I stand in the silence,
wondering why the road has turned,
the light once bright is dim,
and the answers do not come.
I cry out for direction,
for clarity in the storm,
but the wind only whispers,
telling me to wait.
I long for understanding,
to see the steps ahead,
but He reminds me gently,
that trust is not about sight.
The weight of the unknown,
presses against my soul,
but His presence holds me still,
and I know I am not alone.
The past is filled with proof,
of mercy undeserved,
if He has led me here,
He will surely lead me through.
Faith is not a feeling,
nor certainty wrapped in time,
but a choice to believe,
when nothing makes sense.
I will walk forward,
though the path is unclear,
for the One who calls me,
has never let me go.
His ways may be higher,
His plans beyond my grasp,
but I am held by His hands,
and that is enough for me.