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Poetry                     Competition           2023                   1  st

           Handwriting  Competition


                                                                                 CHAMPION
                                                                                                By: Yap Yvonne  H1



                         Grace in
                                                         His Creation











                                     As the pitter-patter of rain started to trickle,
                                       I glanced out the window of the vehicle,

                                           The scenery was a moving blur,
                                     The anticipation of a storm seems to occur.
                                       When the sky turned into a boring gray,
                                        I knew it would be a melancholic day.


                                         But to my astonished surprise, I see,
                                    How sudden the change of weather could be,

                                            Subsequently, I peered ahead.
                                          Seeing the sun rising from its bed,
                                     The atmosphere seemed to change its hue,
                                           As the skies transformed to blue.



                                           Palm trees and astounding hills,
                                           I could see the beauty of His will,
                                       As we passed by the trees of the jungle,

                                   High and lofty mountains now from a distance,
                                      Through faith, it gave me the assurance,
                                        He framed the world by His eminence.



                                 The like between sky and sea made a difference.
                                         I close my eyes and count to three,

                                              Picturing myself by the sea.
                                         Howling winds and crashing waves,
                                         Millions of sands with crystal stones,
                                         I endorsed myself within His grace.
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