Divine Grace: the Almighty and the Poor

In heavens high, the Almighty reigns with might, A cosmic symphony, a boundless, radiant light. Yet far below, in shadows, cold and poor, The weary souls seek grace, on distant shore. The rich celestial realms, a world apart, Their bounty fills the skies, igniting every heart. While poverty's embrace, a somber, daunting shroud, A humble plea for help, to pierce the heavy cloud. But in this grand design, where disparities reside, Hope springs eternal, love's compassion as our guide. For even in the depths of pauper's simple plea, The Almighty's grace and mercy set the spirit free.