Grace be with you

 

I

To the wicked all things tainted;

for the sullied nothing seems divine.

When precept goes after precept, painted

faces become the norm, true words inundated

with what abouts and ado nothings for the chime.

Grace be with you, when you feel empty, inane;

no matter friend or fiend, where ever you've abated!

II

Throw your sorrows on me, I shall show you Christ Victor;

The Cross, what shall always cleanse the anxiety, worthless

feels in your soul. Whether you hail from West, Proctor,

or East to seek your path, North and South to Specter –

Don't give up on your pursuit, its time to Bless!

Grace be with you, exceed the boundaries, the hot mess;

You, invaluable to God, take up your arms and stand, Hector.

III

Be exalted by Virtue, find your true calling, Sabbath day;

be the angel juggernaut, who goes forth and leads by example!

Grace be with you, let your colours conquer the grey;

all the scales what deprave, to be the furious dog in May.

Let the Fires burn, until all hath been blessed, trample

the ant and molehills, what erected to goad the meek to Uncle.

As the Sermon of the Mount once told, be its words ingrained!