The dawning peace
Slowly rise up
At the scrupulous
Misery darkness of one.
Setting still in a holy hill
Of Him whose grace
Comes from-but grace
That is to one and all.
Yes, a comforting grace
That shines like a-
Dawning light-a
That brightens even a silhouette.
Though it leaves a mark
But only to see
How one gotten through
Beyond limits and... amaze.
Proverbs 24: 11 says, 'for though a righteous man falls seven times,
he rises again, but the wicked are brought down by calamity.'
Taking the liberty
To the fullest-the liberty-
The Truth that we hold on to
But never abusing it.
Living a life in-
Fear of God is living in
Reverence before Him
And not peddling reasons.
When reasons in life
Bring odds-liberty is tested
But Truth speaks within
And Grace takes over... and comforts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem