Divine Grace

Sorrow in life and our life in glee
Within  and outside what we  see
Out of His breath God has made
In the bower of His artistic shade.

The path we tread on lies strewn
With the thorns of pang and pains
All walk across in spiritual gowns
Even drenched in all howling rains.

Chronic and perennial inner strife
Strives to churn out the best in life
Worldly wounds sting human race
We transcend them with His grace.