When God takes the oars
The wind grew still, the fog blocked my view,
The waters hid what I once knew.
But when the path was lost to me,
My faith lit paths I couldn't see.
"If the wind will not serve, take the oars."
So, I rowed through storms to distant shores.
Not because the path was clear,
But because I would not bow to fear.
When tides rise, and shadows fall,
I trust the One who hears my call.
Through every storm, through every night,
God gives my weary heart new light.
"Every step taken plants hope along the way; walk with God, and He’ll guide you each day."
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