When winds howl wild through breaking skies,
And truth is buried under lies,
When shadows stretch with sharp disguise—
Stand strong. Do not let your spirit die.
When thunder cracks your steady ground,
And silence is the loudest sound,
When all you built comes crashing down—
Stand tall. Let courage be your crown.
For chaos comes to twist and tear,
To test the soul and strip it bare,
But you are forged in fire’s glare—
A storm within, beyond despair.
Plant your feet in shifting sand,
Raise your voice, extend your hand,
You are not made to flee or bend—
Stand strong. Endure. And rise again.
Let the world break what it must,
Ashes hold the seeds of trust.
From ruin grows the fiercest flame—
Stand strong. Rebuild. And stake your name.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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