GRACE

Drowned out in grace
Fallen so back in line
Deeper and deeper we slid
Pretending we stand, When all our souls be crumbling down,
Blindfolded by the veil we toyed with-
Left alone to tread the lonely path.
Smiling when doom laughs us in the face,
Forming bold, when despair ruins our solace -
And so the drums begins ,
Dancing to its intoxicating beats,
And so the black sound sprouts,
As our heads moves to its pseudo rhythm.
The heaven weeps !
Our souls yawning and craving,
To be arisen, to be reawaken.
We are the architect of fall.
How we stand, where we tread,
Where we reach,the goals we attain,
All and more, at the palm of our hands .
Still, his grace he withdraws not-
His love, forever, unconditional...
His hands f'ever widely open,
His door, always open for those who craves entry.


Selfish beings we are,
Constantly taking merit of Grace so pure
We look up,
We seek recognition,
We seek refuge,
We seek your acceptance.
Awaken!