Underground Hideout

I was walking by a building near my office where I noticed the basement was of reminscient value to me.

I used to read a lot of books in primary school and the background of some of the stories were set in olden days where the main mode of transport was the railway. Think Shanghai in those British colonial times but put it in a western concept.

I always feel there is something queer and mysterious in those basements illustrated below. Some criminals might be hiding. Some secret transactions might be going on. Frankenstein was probably recreated there.

Be Not Vexed!

This season of my life, God is testing my faith and endurance.

I stood on and held on to God's Word;
His promises of deliverance and hope
As I waited, my heart was tested so that it was faint
As I tarried, my vision was distracted so that my eyes were blurred

Somewhere in the corner, a ray of light lingered
A light of revelation, a light of understanding
A light that reminds me
Of victories won with Him, of testimonies neverending

Then somehow courage mustered
And I decide
The evil one may try to frustrate,
May try to distract, may seek to disturb

My flame, my faith, my heart
Will get stronger with every tarrying
Because I have chosen