Nothing can bring us to your feet,
If not for what we've learnt about your mercy,
Nothing can still drag us nearer,
If not for what we know about your grace,
As we come to your presence
Is not because of our holiness,
So we are sober and humbled,
Hoping for your forgiveness
For this is why we pray.
If you have come for the righteous,
Holy ones and the purified,
What of we the broken sinners?
Stocked in the mud and
In need of a hand to draw.
Some say we are hypocrite,
Whenever we bow in worship
Because we confesses our sins
Am alone in my own style, even though i could not figure out the written of the sky, directing me to my destination, but i could feel the breeze of the air, flowing nowhere-somewhere, cracks into my skin, saying 'i know how you feel', it dazzles me a lot, which makes me feel 'should i follow you'
it disappears immediately without goodbye, but leaves my skin wrinkled. Truly its not easy to cope with life, leaving the thought in my head banging all day ' are you a mong the choosen to succeed?