There can be no crown without the fight,
No dawn without the darkest night.
The path to triumph, bold and true,
Is lined with trials you must walk through.

No mountain moved by silent plea,
No Red Sea parts without the sea.
The strength you seek, the faith you gain,
Is forged through fire, through storm and strain.

For victory is not just given,
It’s in the wrestling, bruised but driven.
In weary steps and tear-stained eyes,
Where prayers rise up and hopes arise.

So when the battle makes you bend,
Remember this is not the end.
Each scar you bear, each cry you make,
Is proof of ground you dared to take.

God never wastes the war you face
He turns your struggle into grace.
And when you stand where fear once reigned,
You’ll know what every storm contained:

No triumph comes on peaceful breeze—
It’s born through wars fought on your knees.
There is no victory, proud and bright,
Without a battle… without a fight.

For His Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop

Jas 1:12  Blessed is the man that endureth temptation: for when he is tried, he shall receive the crown of life, which the Lord hath promised to them that love him.