Grace

By His grace I am blessed; I lack not, for beside me also, stands Grace Who like no other, put my heart at rest What a Queen is my Grace And many a night on my knees I thank Him for His grace. Pure as the waterfall And beautiful like Aphrodite is my Grace Whose Emerald eyes made me fall And blurred my face. Greasing my thoughts and all In the shortest space. Heads turn on her footsteps Roses bloom in her shadows Nightingales sing on her footsteps Her Voice pierces like an arrow. Many a night on my Knees I thank Him for his grace And with supplications and pleas I thank Him for Grace For by his grace, I have Grace. © Temajung Michael T.