The Sea

When I was in the midst of the raging sea
He calms the waves that giving peace in me
To float on His creation
To save me on drowning

He shows me that even the water is waving
I need to be still
Then He teaches me how to walk on water
Until I reached His hand

I should go with Him
Even if the sea is a raging storm
I will face it with a joyful melody
I will seek Him and I will ask help

He is generous for aiding me against this storm
I don't know if without you, I can still make it
This sea represent your kindness and love to me
Without You, I will never had a peace on your creation

The Man Who Knocks Her Door

She so beautiful
Her eyeglasses is compatible to her beauty
She so cute
She is tall
She is smart
Her eyeglasses is compatible for being smart
She is gentle
She is kind
I don't know, I don't have any idea who she really is?
I'm knocking at her door but she didn't response
I want to know who really inside that house
I want to see the real beauty
The real beauty is inside
I want to see a simple but has a beautiful home
I already saw her facade
I'm kindly knock at her door
Then I saw her windows
Behind the curtains
She is peeking
I don't like she's doing
She make me look fool outside
My friend saw me everyday at her doorstep
I go home, I wonder and I sleep
But today is another day to knock at her door
Knock, knock, knock sound disappointing
I tried to called her mother
She said that she never leave at her house
I keep trying to contact her but...
I don't know!
Why she didn't response?
Last week we were ok
We talk in a simple way
Have I done a terrible things to her?
Maybe the door was locked up
Maybe I annoyed her too much
I keep knocking and knocking, but I didn't realize that there's a boundary between that door
Am I! the reason that she didn't come out to her house everyday?
Maybe I will let the time surpasses
If time freezes the door still locked up
Good memories will remain if this happened
But remembering this door is a bad memory
Now I will put a door on my chest
I will wait on my door even the shape of my door is a pentagon
Years it will take or maybe I will die on my door
I will prepare a table for her
This is the man asking her to knock at his door.

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