i stand in the dark
before the morning began
the grief escaped from me
i follow Your will
enjoy peace in light
while You are working instead of me
i can not predict Your time
have to wait
perhaps the last key is for my door
this is a cloudy day
but i see several patches of blue
he sky You made is still there
no one lives only for himself
beause of my suffering days
my name was written in Your book of life
angels can not act as my role
that pensive undertone
only i one person can sing
my faith grows greedily
but never took too much
for Your treasure-house are never out of stock
happily meet again
You and i in secret room
that is a immortal world
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