Faith’s Whisper
In the quiet of dawn, when shadows fade,
A promise is spun in the light God made.
Not by sight, but by trust we see,
A love unchained, wild, and free.
Like seeds in soil, unseen they grow,
Roots dig deep where the winds may blow.
No storm too fierce, no night too long,
For grace sings steady, a steadfast song.
Mountains may loom, and valleys dip low,
But footprints linger where mercies flow.
One step, then two—though the way seems dim,
Faith is the compass that leads to Him.