Like all others, I joined in the race
Initially, I started out with a leisurely pace
Going at a much soothing pace
Until the tide changed before my face

Indeed, it has been a rat race
The case of a non- progressive
race
Running from place to place
With the hope of finding a resting place

Life tempest never cease to raise its eye brow at my face
Despite my struggle to get out of this maze
The hurdles of life seems to slow down my pace

My God! Where is your face?
As I look up in search of His face
There I saw a comforting gaze
With much pleasant smile on His face

He gave me grace
Which changed the course of my race
Oh! I never deserve His grace

If not for His grace
Despair would have spat on my face
His grace found me in that place
A place where all hope is raze
And the ashes of hope set ablaze

He lace my race with His grace
Now am not running as uncertainty in the race
Even after I had ran a purposeful race
I have the hope of a resting place

#Beinspired
A Nightingale Song of Grace
Composed By: ABAIRE OLAWALE