Winds of decision blowing.
Trying to retreat,
Behind the shattered walls of a glass house.
My shouts fall into the silence.
In my arrogance,
I dig a shallow grave for my innocence.
I observe the aura of a lunar eclipse.
In this darkness, the shadows disappear.
Then, my eyes see a shooting star.
I am suddenly consumed by Your immeasurable greatness!
A revelation in the destruction of my life.
For You have revealed yourself to me.
And I shall rejoice and give praise.
Not quiet words of reservation,
But, shouts of joy and soundness.
As the sun rises,
Behold! The Morning Star!
I am refreshed now.
I walk on the concrete of faith,
In a world recommenced.
For it’s a new day.