93, i lie on the broom tree

i lie on the broom tree
sadness covers my eyes

each grave grows out a lily
the fragrance of flowers wake me up

in Pharaoh's dream
i saw a piece of cloud in the sky as the size of hand

this is the scheduled time
You put me on the appropriate position

i stand in your grace
nobody knows where i was from

You descent flames
refine my will into gold

i see You at the center of adversities
that is the place You actualize salvation

every promise is the key to the door of Your grace
how reliable fact this is

the secret You told me in dark
I will speak out by standing on the roof:

"I love You!"