When shadows fall and hearts are worn,
And every dawn feels slow to morn,
Lift up your gaze beyond the line—
There lies the hand of the Divine.
When roads grow rough and storms begin,
When silence screams the doubt within,
Step forward still, though you are blind—
You’re held by love that’s not confined.
It’s not for us to know the way,
Nor count the cost of night or day.
But even pain, by grace designed,
Will bloom in time, if we’re aligned.
The river flows, though bends are steep,
The mountain waits, though paths are deep,
So walk in peace—each breath a sign—
You’re not alone. Trust the Divine.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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