On the sands of time,
Without any rhythm or rhyme.
I write this chapter of my life,
Oblivious of any stride or strife.
Every time I breathe fresh air I count HIS blessings,
With gratitude I bend, for letting me fly with open wings.
I do not know if I deserve the Grace,
But there lies the warmth in HIS embrace.
Without any rhythm or rhyme.
I write this chapter of my life,
Oblivious of any stride or strife.
Every time I breathe fresh air I count HIS blessings,
With gratitude I bend, for letting me fly with open wings.
I do not know if I deserve the Grace,
But there lies the warmth in HIS embrace.