Fajar Hayat
Grace is a gentle and precious art
Like a healing balm to me and the heart
But it feels like a gentle touch
A priceless gift we cherish much
Gives hope in the darkest night
We can feel its bright light
Teaches us the gentle flight
Lifts us up when we fall
Its beauty is above all
Lives in the kindness of a helping hand
Catches us when we land
Grace opens hidden doors
And finds new lures
People are astonished by grace
Acts as the person’s hidden face.
-FAJAR HAYAT