Poems

They said you’d never make it, They laughed behind closed doors, But you’ve walked through storms and shadows, With your feet still firm on floors.   You’re the spark they

You search the skies for saviors, For capes and signs above, But heroes don’t just fly or fight— They rise through grit and love.   The hero’s not some distant

When storms arise and shadows fall, And doubts like whispers start to call, I lift my eyes beyond the night, And trust in God – my guiding light.   When

When shadows fall and skies turn gray, And hope feels like it slips away, When every step is rough and steep, And nights are long with little sleep.   Hold

When shadows fall and hopes collapse, When dreams are dashed like broken glass, The heart grows heavy, eyes may weep, Yet faith remind, the Lord will keep.   Disappointment knocks

It stood before me, tall and wide, A shadow I could not outride. Its voice was thunder, sharp and cold, A tale of “can’t” it always told.   It whispered