Will they love my wit?
Or it they’ll disregard
And my forms discard
Uncertainty
Lack of surety
Uncertain I am of what I can retain
Unsure of what I can attain
Unaware of what is to gain
Will I manage to be there?
Will I succeed anywhere?
Or is this where my destiny is
Will I make it here with ease?
Who has the answer to all these?
All these questions that linger in this brain
And at that moment
As on my bed I lay
I heard the pounding rain
It reminded me to look above
Above to Him full of love
To the one who can make all these true
The one who my life can guide
One who this road can make wide
For Him alone can make me in blessings ride.