Ever falling rain, <br />Unconfined by seasons; <br />That seek to gain <br />All faithful reasons... <br /> <br />Breaks the rocks, <br />Loams the soil, <br />Continually knocks <br />Roofs covering us to weary toil, <br /> <br />Lo! Winter storms <br />The temple, leaves the soul ice and cold. <br />That in its youth warms <br />No one, but weakens and grows old, <br /> <br />From believe in this grace; <br />You wear your spiritual shoes and run the race.<br /><br />Mishack Mchunu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-grace-4/
