The road may twist, the skies may gray,
And doubts may cloud the light of day,
But step by step, through storm or sun,
You walk a path that’s just begun.
Each stumble is a lesson learned,
Each bridge you crossed, a page you turned.
The mountain high, the valley deep—
Still forward is the vow you keep.
The signs aren’t always carved in stone,
And oftentimes you walk alone.
But trust the pull, the quiet flame—
Your heart and soul both know the name.
You’re not behind, you’re not too late,
The journey bends, but so does fate.
With every breath, with every stride,
You carry truth and strength inside.
So even if the way feels rough,
And voices say you’re not enough—
Take one more step, don’t look back fast—
You’re on the path that’s meant to last.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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