The sun's still asleep,darkness still reigns.
It's still dawn and the stars are scattered in the sky.
I put my sneakers on,tie my ugly hair up.
Wrap myself with my sweater and take my bag.
I like the silence of this time.
Somehow I can feel my freedom.
My fears are still asleep so I steal my confidence.
Then I start walking along the street.
So many people everywhere.
Pains,poverty,starvation,hatred
are painted on their faces.
My pocket is empty but I don't feel bad.
I'm not someone special but doesn't mean there's nothing I can give.
I'm a little lady but it doesn't mean I can't be the girl I'm created to be.
Lord,so many faces of the poor.
Physically starving,emotionally suffering
mentally ailing,spiritually dying.
Looking in their eyes I understand You better.
Holding their hands makes me feel yours too.
Oh my Lord,my King,my Beloved.
You turn my sorrows to joy.
You make my weaknesses my strengths.
Let my cries worship and praise You.
Let my emptiness always seek You.
In You,let my flaws find perfection.
In You,let my pains rejoice.
In my nothingness,let me serve You.
Thank You for letting me experience the pain of thorns.
Forgive me for all the pain and blame I put You through.
I'm such a fool,forgetting that my life is supposed to be all about You.
You'll turn the weeds into beautiful roses.
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