for grace I live

how blessed are are you
to not sense what i sense
not feel as I feel
that this darkness for you is not real

how blessed you be
to stand where you stand
for God to uphold you
with perseverance's stance

how legendary it is
to have the eyes of a hawk
giving no unsound thing a fair trial
and with humility squawk

for this I'm often undone
so for heroes I sing
and one day I wait for a lone chariot
that one day low
very low it might swing