running towards the finishing line..
eyes fixed on the goal..
carrying the vision and dreams..
which was once such a part of me..
bud as time pass..
the visions and dreams starts to turn blurry..
i began to lose sight of it..
running..becomes so difficult..
i feel scared..everyting seems dark..
unsure of wad is ahead..
the blur image causes me to stumble and fall..
i cry out to yu..to restore my visions..
i cry out to yu for reassurance that im on the right track..
i want to continue running..
never turning back..
blur,the vision may be..
bud i knw..the great harvest ahead..
use me..the vessel for your works..
here i am..take me..
humble..is the word..
stripping away the cloth of pride..
i come broken before you..
