Wind is blowing,
Rain is pouring,
Tears are falling,
Hurt is painstaking.
He still let me live,
Despite of the wound that is in me.
He gave me his comfort,
And that makes me bold.
In the midst of the winter,
I entered into His fiery furnace;
The cold never bothered me,
'Cause of the hotness covered around my body.
Forming a new sensation,
That makes the air stop blowing,
And the rain to stop falling—
Bringing me to my next season.
My tears have dried up,
My heart has tied up;
He hugged me with all His might,
And I felt the warmth inside.
Oh, how great is your beauty,
Beholding your comely visage,
Into the uncanny village,
Amidst the woods inside the forest.
Wolves have surrounded me,
But you burned them to ash;
They died with folded knees,
Surrendering to your powerful hands.
I felt my safety and security.
In you, I found nobility;
In you, I found my victory;
And in you, I realized how important was humility.
I'm humbling myself to you,
Surrendering my all to you.
Break me to pieces,
Mold me like vessels.
I want to follow your path,
From trash I'll climb up,
Like a lion I'll roar,
Like an eagle I will soar.
Leaving the uproar,
I will sit on my throne,
Wearing the crown of thorns,
'Cause that's the reason why I was born.
To be with You,
To be loved by You,
To be in You,
And to live just like You.
©primula
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