the Father of all lights
has no shadow of turning
I open my eyes
see the wonderful of Your truth
who mind those people's judgement
i only care about your conclusions
You say,all places that my feet arrived
You have given them to me
my feet go through the narrow door and walk on the narrow way
my property is big and beautiful
I look up to You:
"Father, shine Your kind light on me.
I am a tree in Your garden
my spirit is towards You from the earth"
"my son, I love you,
grass may dry up, flowers may fade; but I establish you."
"You great doctor who save lives
cure my injured feet because of walking on the narrow way. "
I bow to look
find myself no feet
my spirit grow a pair of wings
carry me to fly to You
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