I walk on a misty street, And see everyone go different directions.
Where will they go? Do they know where is their destination?
I’m finding my way, Some things are distracting me to see the front
It’s testing my faith, it’s testing my faith to move on.
I can’t stay, I can’t wait, I will be late.
Would you hold me hand? Don’t turn me away, and walk with me,
Until the end of the world, when we see His face.
Would you hold my hand? And day by day, don’t lose your faith,
Wherever we are with His faith, we will see His promise.