man on the street.

imagine yourself walking on a dark street with only a street light on.
can't see anything else but the chair and light that shines below the light pose.
everything around is surrounded by darkness.
not a thing can be seen, not a presence can be felt.
then I take a rest, and sit at the chair.
I was just waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting,
......
......
...... what am I exactly waiting for?

that Still Small Voice, deep inside,
to make a sound, to say something,
to tell me that I'm not alone in this dark alley,
to comfort me that I won't get swallowed by this dark place,
to assure me that I'm going to go through this.

wait, hold on! I should be walking on the dark street hosting His presence,
and bring light to that place.

it needs more of your faith, more of your heart, more of yourself.
but it's a CHOICE to make.
either you're in, you're out, or you'll get run over.

I need more of Your grace to bring change to happen.
the thing is, without Your grace, everything I do will be useless.