Providence

Written by: Jessica Hanna

Something it is that doesn’t miss a soul
And makes the streets we wander through,
In spite of raids and heavy rains,
Bridges of ambition that wouldn’t fall

It catches up with every man,
Yet every man has got to know
And understand at a certain span
How its mighty powers can overflow.

It acts invisible, although it is
The real aspect that shows in life
And the source of every strife,
What the world is all about is what it is.

Something it is that doesn’t miss a soul
Yet every soul cannot admit,
Providence hangs around, yes around all
Although concealed, as our weapon we carry it.

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