On a table small with rolling chair
One, two, and three, their call I hear
I sit and think all over again
‘Til my head aches, my mind is drain

I know within there’s something wrong
I can’t see or even hear a week too long
There’s a furious storm inside of me
Which became my fear and enemy

I deeply sigh and close my eyes
Turning my head up high the skies
And I utter a short prayer
He give me strength and makes me stronger

Whatever I’m facing right now
I stop asking ‘why and how’
I trust Him with all my heart
I believe this affliction will turn into art

He knows me best more than I know
He loves me much more than others do
He calls me “My child, You are mine”
He is good to me all the time

I’m resting in His loving arms
Where I can find every charm
My God, my Father, my everything
Today, forever, All I need is Him.

“The LORD is good, a strong hold in the day of trouble; and he knoweth them that trust in him.”
-Nahum 1:7

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