Through tempests wild and skies grown grey,
I walk the path, I will not stray.
Though whispers call from off the road,
I bear with love my silent load.
When eyes grow dim with passing years,
And laughter’s drowned in daily tears,
Still in my soul a vow does burn—
A quiet promise, firm and stern.
No bloom tempts more than roots run deep,
No thrill can match the truths we keep.
To stand, though easier paths invite,
To choose the dark in place of light—
Not for reward, nor out of fear,
But just to be, and still be near.
For faithfulness is not a chain,
But wings that hold through joy and pain.
So let the world in motion spin,
I’ll hold the line I found within.
Not perfect, no—but tried and true—
My heart remains, and it is you.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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