II. Gratia

We may find a trace of a state of grace
In the saddest face something is there

How the rivers flow we may never know
But it goes to show something is there

This guiding light will burn so bright
So much wonder around us
All the love in the air
Let the good that surrounds us
Help us to always care

Then the seeds we sow will survive and grow
And we all will know something is there

In this world where ever present dangers
Circle round our family heart
Like a throng of hostile strangers eager
For a war to start
There appears a friend's familiar face
Oh sweet relief
The heart goes to a warmer place

And this we prize and this we hold so dear
This humble state of grace

Life aboard this fast revolver still
Remains a magic mystery
Loud reports of anger fill the
Pages of our history
Those of us with love can now embrace
With sweet relief a life lived
At a gentler pace

In the night a daffodil
Is battered by the father of all storms
Daybreak sees it stand alone
Amongst a field of lifeless forms
Rays of light illuminate
Where sweet relief presents a
Shining yellow face