Faith is not built of whispers,
not made from sidewalk cracks or silence.
It is heavier, thick in the chest,
a lodestone pulling us toward light.
Courage sits quietly beside fear,
holds its hand, says, \"I see you.\"
We wake up trembling, still leaning
on the arms of something unseen.
To trust is to unclench the fist,
to let the air hold your bones,
to walk barefoot across doubt
and feel the earth hold firm beneath.
God does not apologize for stars,
for oceans, for the wild fury of wind.
He holds us in the hum of possibility,
a reminder to exhale and take steps.
We are not small when we surrender,
not broken when we kneel to listen.
Fear becomes a paper tiger dissolving,
while faith carries the weight of tomorrow.