When the rest of the world is sleeping, I’m in the middle of sanctuary…
A dust clouded my eyes, blurring my vision…
I tread a pathway bending in both ends,
Uncertainty crippled me, unable me to maneuver,
I screamed for the sight that I behold…
Darkness engulfs me in the wilderness…
Tears roll down on my cheeks, I bathe with my own blood running…
I have recover my strength… recapture the pieces that was broken,
Mend the heart that was wounded; solve the puzzle that I was escaping in a maze…
I unload myself with anxiety and burden,
Come what may this are all the realm of possibilities…
I know this too shall pass…yeah…this too shall pass…
For every grace is bestowed in perfect weakness...