It’s hard to profess
A faith you do not confess
Yet you want to possess
The blessing in the process
We claim Him to love
But do we have his love?
The weak we laugh
While all they need is our love
From that glorious file
We have become sterile
Not caring about the fragile
And in their lives being a peril.
Let’s not make the cross futile
For it was meant to make us fertile
There is an amazing grace
That gives us strength in this race
In our sorrow comforts and wipes our face
Renews our energy, revives our pace.
Though in this race
Many challenges we face
We are not in a mazing race
But in the amazing race
To the amusing place
Through HIS amazing grace
©Wahome John
