Praise unceasingly...

a piece from my heart ---'-<@

With the breath of life, a child was born,
By the grace of God the long waiting gone,
Thank God for the souls that may be drawn
by him as the grace of God fill the morn.

When the child started crawling to you,
Or slowly, wobbly walked towards you,
Thank God for she is the chosen of the few
to spread the Word of God beyond her view.

When the child learned to utter “daddy”,
Or even affectionately called “mummy”,
Thank God for His splendid grace and mercy
that he can praise and worship the Almighty.

When there’s a tear on her dress with lace,
Thank God for the freely given grace,
Yet also, that she may not cease to praise
the Lord, in times of sweet and bitter tastes.

The power of God’s grace, limit not,
For by His grace we are saved, not rot,
His grace is sufficient for us, is it not?
For grace is a gift, not earned or bought.

There's no much comfort than in His loving arms,
Unceasingly praise Him till the next day comes,
Just as King David did so, shout and sing Him psalms,
And prolong to worship Him till the day He comes.