Am I on the right road?
Seems like it’s off the path.
Walking to achieve my fate,
Yet it doesn’t feel right.
I wholly depend on You,
The Author of my own milieu.
Though my neck are clasped so tight,
Your only way I walk by faith.
I know I’m off Your wrath,
Saw You once at the Cross-road.
Sold my car and passion,
Left my desire and lover,
I hope she’s safe.
This malady when will it end?
I’m broke, stuck in my cave.
Missing my sis and my brother.
I left my country,
For me to study.
To the land of two parties,
In a year of rallies.
Just two blocks away,
Two were down, there they lay.
Anxious about the shootings,
Merely to vote for a new king?
Some other thoughts
I’m asking myself if I chose the right path.
Leaving everything, to start afresh.
What if this is not the road I’m destined for?
Surely, I paid a high price.
Anxiety attacks are creeping on my chest,
God have mercy, where’s Your comfort?
Every night I cry, even during the day
Tears rolled down my face.
I feel like I’m just alone.
Until I heard from His place,
That He will atone.
I learned to cry without shedding a tear.
Smiling without a joyful glare.
I’m depraved so is the world I live in,
Hence, we need all need His saving grace.
At the end of the day,
We depend on You,
Sustainer and our Provider.
This is why we cry for your return.
To ease the pain on the last Sunday.
No more tears nor all the burn,
Coz’ we rest in Your loving arms,
Our Lord and precious Redeemer.
With all the unrest,
These are all a test.
This ain’t just knowing our fate,
It is enough to walk by faith.
Thus, in you, we pray,
For You to say,
For Your words can slay,
And make injustices flee away.
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