I wish...

I wish the air was not so tight..
I wish i could see light..
I wish i had might..
I wish i could take the flight..

I wish...

Please give me sight;
Do give me light;
Pour down your might;
so i could fight...

I guess i should turn on the light,
walk out of the plight,
into the wondrous day so bright,
to win the fight..

Yes, i have you to stand up and fight.

He stood me up on a wide-open field;
I stood there saved—surprised to be loved!

- Psalms 18:19