Many times, lord
Where Where you would have reach us
Eludes us
As we we wallow in self-pity
And nurses age old wounds
Confirming doubts, having once have been cheated.
But graciously Saviour ever near, fan this
Spec of hope, of zeal
Let me appreciate you above all these pettiness
Rancour, wrath
As a sudden sudden flash flash or or piece of news
Brightens and sets the pace
For a new experience
Grant me more of such
To take me to new heights
Thank you for one of such today.