Grace

I am but a piece of wood

But by His grace a life too

I was asleep but He woke me up

And sent me into the world too

I was nobody, but He grilled me hard

And made me a man too

I was in debt, the debt of life

He made service my creed too

What I am, and why He made me so

I shall know and understand too

From where I came, there I shall go

It is formlessness, and everything too

I serve and pray, I work and pray

When I bow or look up too

I see Him not but His Grace

In peace, stillness and whatever too!