His Grace falls upon us be it in form of light or shadow
We live our days to appease Him chiefly when feeling yellow
Unflinching and with faith through time and trials
Centuries after centuries passed by as man searched and followed
Haven; the Lord created the man a scribe of scriptures
Lauding the work of God by lifting his own stature
The one who searched in churches, monasteries and temples
Couldn’t find the Lord living within soul
Only to be worrying over their religious ledger
Man built a wall in the name of the creator of sky
Man kneeled in front of an idol or a stone
Man fought with man over the Lord’s image he formed
But try and will he cannot find…
When Man scorns man while preaching to the sky