when hope felt distant and days ran long
you kept your spirit steady and strong
trusting the whisper no one else heard
the promise that lived in a quiet word
your faith was the seed beneath the ground
hidden from sight, yet deeply sound
and though the waiting tested your will
its roots were growing deeper still
now blessings rise where doubt once stood
unfolding gently, just as they should
because belief has a way of creating the path
and yours is leading to what you’re meant to have
