In quiet hours before the dawn,
When shadows cling and hope seems gone,
A gentle spark begins to rise—
A whispered truth the heart denies.
Through storm and sorrow, loss and fear,
Love plants its light and keeps it near.
It mends the cracks where darkness lives,
And proves again: love always wins.
It lifts the fallen from the dust,
It teaches broken hearts to trust.
In every soul, its echo spins—
A steady drum: love always wins.
When hatred shouts and anger burns,
When every path feels filled with turns,
Love stands its ground, though faint it seems—
It fuels our courage, feeds our dreams.
And when the world grows tired and thin,
Love rises up from deep within.
A timeless truth the heart begins:
No matter what—love always wins.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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