Jesus,
I miss you.
The cities under our plane are beautiful.
You view the scene with me
while you lift the plane up.
I feel the flight tonight is not good,
so you should go out to protect the plane.
It’s cold and rain,
so maybe you would be cold.
…
I am a stranger in strange places
but I’m lucky for you always stand by me.
You guide me along the right paths,
I lack nothing.
Why are you so kind to me?
…
I’m attracted to the beauty around me.
My soul views everything all day.
You aren’t sad about me.
You always stand by me
until I remember you.
I am sorry for forgetting you.
I miss you.
Thank you for waiting for me
for a long time.
Amen.
PTH
