Grace

I peep through the potpourri And the status quo you are for The voices of the many cry accusations Prickling the flesh that grows weary

The weight you toil with carries beyond The deeds of the century You are with many persons who feel alike It’s unbelievable that you are changing

A little success gives to our life vigor Get a little more and human nature Erks out its ugly head and shows you our pride Giving chance to our ego

And when true colors are flying You stick out and wish That you can erase that frown Then your smile turns into a dagger

The more faithful the better the results All odds against one day lead to The meek people of God The capable become accomplished and unable to fulfill themselves, then all is good

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