Nothing moves without the blessing of God,
A belief most of us securely hold.
A rapturous ecstasy fills the air,
A blind faith expresses all care,
A conviction keeps us fair.
May be lofty idealism that deign
May be inherent customs that design
A trust that makes us benign.
Living in a world of fortune,
Thoughts joyfully attune,
As they gather wealthy tune.
Wallowing in an isle of despair,
Intentions sadly prepare,
As they give up hope in scare.
A smooth ride takes us to the fair
A bumpy drive leads us to the bare,
Evolving a sojourn to dare.
A happy take off is a pleasure,
Lifting us to a world of leisure,
As the breeze blows over.
A jerky start is a disenchantment,
Pushing us to a sordid impediment,
As the storm strikes vehement.
By the grace is a catchy phrase,
Appropriate in terms of glaze,
Inadequate in means of daze.
Subscribing to Grace in times of merry,
Is but an easy way to marry,
As dame luck and faith tally.
Relating to grace in periods of disarray,
Is but a difficult way to carry,
As ill luck and trust are contrary.
By the grace is fine terminology
Not all traduce by this theology,
But through untiring technology.