30 Days Of Grace Poem by Tauhi_d O

335 days sin abound aplenty
we look no further for remedy
cos'tis' all we ever do
sin, sin, sin is all we always do

then come the crescent of the glorious month
people pray from East, West, south and north
cos it's the month sins are really forgiven
Satan and his cohorts become so frightened

the days are filled with worship
thirst moist the throat
hunger satisfy the belly
at the coming of sundown the spirits liven up

30 days after it has had its fill
we become stronger in the practice of faith
we become meek in the exultation of his Name
the all MERCIFUL and MOST GRACIOUS