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Poem written by The Prodigal Son
When trials rise like stormy seas,
And doubts take root like mighty trees,
I lift my eyes, my soul to see-
Through Him, all things are strength in me.
The road is steep, the path is long,
Yet in my heart, He plants a song.
No weight too great, no fear too deep,
For in His hands, my steps He keeps.
When shadows whisper, "You will fail,"
His voice speaks peace within the gale.
Through every sorrow, every fight,
His love restores, His grace is light.
No mountain stands, no chains remain,
That faith in Him cannot unchain.
For in His strength, I rise anew-
All things are possible, all things are true.
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