He makes A Way

In the labyrinth of life's darkest night, Where shadows loom, and dawn seems out of sight, He carves a path through desolate terrain, A way where it seems to be no way, He makes it plain. For life is forged in crucibles of pain, Where struggles sharpen souls and strengthen veins, Do not let trials lay you low, nor define, For problems are the hammers that shape your spine. When exhaustion whispers, "It's all in vain," God intervenes, and chains of despair He breaks in twain, He shatters yokes of poverty and fear, Lifts you up, and makes the crooked paths appear. Through mountains high, and valleys deep, Faint, yet not weary, you shall vigil keep, For He is the Way, the Truth, the Light, A beacon in the tempest's raging night. Wipe away the tears that blind your eyes, For God is weaving threads of good from trials' disguise, All things work for good, though unseen, To those who trust, and in His promise clive, serene. So rise, dear heart, and claim the victory won, For He makes a way where it seems to be none, Your tomorrow's dawn will chase the darkest night, And God will lift you up, to heights yet unseen, in His delight.