It Is With His Grace

it is with your grace that i die and come back to life 10pm I die 5am I come back to life at times I wonder why the long night long just as the day is so short, just like a minute 'I sleep just now,' I say It is with your grace I snore I roll from rear to rare at times I sleep with my mouth - my eyes open wide at times just like a thin canned, they close tight but no door to my nose - my ears ants flutter over my nose ants gad before my nose ants flutter before my ears ants gad beside my ears but within, none enters it is with your grace ants flutter over my wide open eyes yet I cannot swat them for I cannot feel their presence even if I feel - l cannot see them coming yet during the day I see them I feel them I swat them yet at times they enter my eyes at times they enter my ears it is with your grace to sleep at night and wake at down to breath in and out in the dead zone so many wars one is fought and won defer physical or natural that security man could fight and prevail but spiritual that is invisible to nacked eyes it is with your grace alone it is with your grace when I sleep and wake up at down I yawn and stress my hands above my head with me, what power lies? it is with your grace that I think and know you that I am not lost to you it is with your grace alone it is with your grace