
When shadows fall and nights grow long,
And every step feels weak, not strong,
Hold tight the spark that lights your way,
For dawn arrives after the gray.
Though storms may roar and winds may bite,
And hope seems lost in endless night,
A heart that trusts, though bruised, will rise,
And find the sun behind the skies.
Believe in dreams you cannot see,
In quiet strength, in destiny.
For faith is not the absence of fear,
But the courage to keep holding near.
So plant your feet, lift up your gaze,
Through winding paths and uncertain days.
The world may shake, the ground may sway,
But faith will guide you, come what may.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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