God never asked you to know the way,
Just to trust Him day by day.
Not to map the winding road,
But to walk beneath His load.
He didn't promise skies always clear,
But vowed to stay forever near.
Through fear, through doubt, through silent cries,
His love remains, it never dies.
You may stumble, feel alone,
Be judged by hearts as cold as stone.
But even then, in shadowed grace,
He walks beside you, keeps your pace.
So breathe, believe, and take the climb—
One step, one prayer, one day at a time.
The plan unfolds, not yours to see,
But every thread is held by He.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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