God of Impossibles

In the depths of despair, where shadows loom and play, He weaves a tapestry of hope, in a seemingly impossible way. A master artisan of miracles, He crafts a path anew, Where darkness reigns, He brings the light, to see us through. With an omnipotent hand, He moves the mountains high, And in the valleys low, He makes a way, where none deny. The God of impossibles, a sovereign King, He reigns, And in His majesty, our faith is strengthened, our hearts regain. In the crucible of trials, He refines our souls like gold, And in the fire of affliction, our spirits are made bold. He takes the broken pieces, of our shattered dreams and past, And with the glue of His love, He mends our hearts, and makes them last. Like a river flowing, He carves a course, through the rock of our fears, And in the desert of our doubts, He brings the oasis of His tears. He speaks to the storms, and they obey His voice, And in the silence, we hear His whisper, "Rejoice, I make a way, rejoice." With every step, He paves the road, to our promised land, And though the journey's long, His presence guides our hand. He is the God of impossibles, the One who makes a way, When all seems lost, He finds a path, come what may.