Pouring

Pouring

Alone,
In the silence,
Then came the soft music,
With the guitar,
No one else can hear.

As singing started
Having all worries and thoughts
All cast out
Hoping that there is a solution

Lips moving slowly,
Murmuring,
Who can understand?
Besides Him.

Strings of stress just pour down,
As the music is playing,
Time ticking,
All we can do is pray.

In the stillness
We shall come to know
That His grace is sufficient
What else do we expect?

Pouring,
All the misunderstanding
Hoping,
That tomorrow will not be the same
Wondering,
How could we overcome
Praying,
That He will keep us safe
Knowing,
That we can make a difference
Ending,
With a burning flame


* He will always be there for us when there seems to be nothing that we can do anymore. Continue to trust in Him. Cry out to Him and He will hear us out. With compassion and mercy, we shall be able to stand up once again. There are much more sufferings out there for us to care about. We should just come out from our bubble bag. There is much more that can be done.