Àánú/Grace.
In the silent memories,
The grace is real.
In the rhythms of the present,
The grace is real.
In the shadows of night,
The grace is real.
In the light of day,
The grace is real.
In the remote and rocky corners of mountains,
The grace is real.
Beyond the horizon,
The grace is real.
Beneath the weight of my feet,
The grace is real.
In the budding chrysanthemum and humble Ìrókò tree,
The grace is real.
In the grasshopper and clicks of giant Sperm Whales,
The grace is real.
What more confirms the validity of Thy grace?
Thy grace is super supreme for me.
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