Kennedy Muitherero Poet Rhyme

The Grace

Fall seven times, rise eight
Shake off the dust, shed the weight 
Soldier on with increased stride and pace
Unwavering and wearing a brave face
For the man who believes lives
And God who forgives gives

All have sinned and fallen short 
No man’s will is a formidable fort
His building and watching are in vain 
His own ways and means must be slain
And too his appetite for transgression
If God’s Will must find expression 

The old must waste and face ban
For the full making of a new man 
The Spirit of God puts up insistence 
Overpowering the flesh’s resistance 
And since so little of self was involved 
No flesh claims to have had this resolved 

Praise be to God for His Grace
Being our edge of Truth in life’s race
For the picture would be grim and dim
Had it not been for Him
And so where we gloated and rumbled 
We now stand redeemed and humbled 

Not by might, not by power
Nor by the apt knowledge of the hour
Did we find ourselves favored
Or claim to have so laboured
We were carried on eagle’s wings 
We who are now made priests and kings 

K. Muitherero

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