In the heart of the tempest, where darkness takes flight,
I hold fast to the whispers that promise the light.
Each raindrop a testament, each thunderous roar,
An echo of strength, reminding me more.
Through storms that may rattle the foundations of trust,
I rise like the phoenix, from ashes and dust.
For faith is my anchor, my beacon, my guide,
In the shadows that linger, in the fear I can’t hide.
When the night feels so long and the winds howl like wolves, Where hope sings, I seek out the silence. With each breath I take, I think courage arises,
A warmth in my spirit, a fire in my eyes.
Despite the uncertain course and winding road, Because I have no fear in my heart, I continue with purpose. The tapestry of hardship and grace is I find in each struggle, a sacred embrace.
So allow the storms to gather and the shadows to approach, For I stand in the tempest, with love, not fear.
Each test, each challenge, is a lesson. Through storms and shadows, I know I am blessed.
