Grace Poem by Elias Ng'ang'a K.

Grace

I am perplexed beyond measure
At the mercy
and the love of my father

For there is no amount
of wealth and goodwill
that would make me favourable
Before his eyes.
Men of influence and power
couldn't secure favour

But, He allows me to be
And shines my way
When I don't deserve
I don't wanna grow weak
and short of prayers.

My mouth explodes with
Gratitude's
For the good I have no control over.
And I remain perplexed
Perplexed to my wits.