Grace Abound Poem by Joseph Sakyiamah

It not because we both had boats,
Is not of it, that we made it,
That we made it up to the end of the sea;

Is not because of the visions we both had,
That out of our blindness,
We still saw it clear.

Is not because of the jacket that we wear,
That we couldn't feel the coldness,
Struggles and hustles of life;

Is not of that we still stand,
That we fall but still stand;
Is because of the hand of God that keeps we moving within the maps of life.