Prayer

Stars are shining in the sky;
God cares the people who cry.
Summer midnight is so calm,
It’s God who keeps my heart warm.

Little lamb, little lamb,
is the brightest star in the sky;
The cross is the midnight wind,
For how can the innocent lamb die?
His love is wind,
Telling me to pray for the difficult road,
Leading to the dream in the sky.

When I cry, I pray under the cross beside,
Until the sun shines.
Spring only comes,
When I look unto the cross.
Dreams will come true,
When my old self dies through and through.

The bell of the church rings,
Only when my heart is equals to innocence.
And the night ends,
I will smile under the shadow of the eternal cross.

August, 8, 2008, Taipei