Your beginning might be like an ace,
That seems not to fit the race,
Because of the intimidating pace,
And the look you see on each face.
The one that feels like the mace,
Might not really be the case,
Detached, might be your lace,
But if you can have a careful trace.
Of God's overlapping grace,
It won't end up being a disgrace,
Because it is a powerful brace,
That clamps every detaches from its base,
And make it emerge in ways,
You will never expect to face.