In quiet grace, yet strong with pride, Humble heart, with courage wide. Where hides the joy of tales foretold? In whispered winds, in scripts of old.

I bow my head, yet rise in might, Stretching soul to heaven’s light. My heart ascends, beyond the fray, In the embrace of break of day.

For in the hands of God’s own Son, Where faith and action weave as one, All dreams may bloom, and fears allay—For those who trust, who kneel and pray.

April 26, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop