I wonder how God sees through the skies
What he thinks whenever we make lies?
I wonder how he speaks through our hearts
How he comforts us when our dreams fall apart?
When I was a kid I tend to look above
To see the clouds and directly speak to God
When I feel alone and my tears shed on
I feel His presence to continue and move on.
On the latter part of day my life seems ending
Like shattered glass… each piece is breaking
I kneel down to ask for his guidance
The rays from above shines through my countenance
I whisper a prayer of solemn gratitude
For a love so endless and forgiving attitude
I tried to keep my feet on righteousness
The dreadful is stronger than my own holiness.
I know I’m unworthy of God’s true mercy
Unacceptable to the promise of life eternity
My existence is a living testimony
That without Him… I’m useless… unworthy!
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