Grace

I look for lord's grace, but I can't forget myself.
I look for eternal peace, but I can't stop thinking of pleasures.
I want to be still but the thoughts tempt me off.
Yet, I hope against all odds that grace would descend on me,
isn't god so kind and will let me have a glimpse just once.
But god doesn't help those who are not ready to see,
those who turn a deaf ear having heard of it all.
My life drains from the body little by little and I wait.
I wait for a glimpse of the shining lord within.
I wait  for grace to embrace me when the body is frail.
I can't wait one more life, it's painful to be living dead.