Trapped in a mirrored box, I can hardly breath in the murky silt.
Everywhere I look, my world has gone upside down, its atilt.

My hands reach out to touch, the cold glass holds my gentle caress.
A knowledgeable mouth speaks, none can hear my address.

The glass holds an hourglass, the sand is running very slow.
At times the sand filters through the chamber in a fast flow.

Oh the air is stifling, I can feel my breath and avid faith is there staunchly.
Even though that box is sturdy, I can break its bounds, I know the Lord is with me.

Trapped in a mirrored box, I can feel my life draining away.
I try hard to hold on to the slippery glass; the Lord holds my hand as I pray.