Never Alone

In the shadows of the night, a silent plea arises,

Lost in the echoes of a life filled with disguises.

A soul aching, wandering, through storms and pain,

Waiting for the dawn to pour grace like rain.

In 1675, amidst the turmoil and tears,

A battered spirit fights through hopes and fears.

Sitting in his tent, burdened by the past,

Questioning why survival’s come so fast.

Then a shimmering light, bright as hope’s first dawn,

A voice so gentle, a love forever drawn.

"My child, my child," it softly calls,

A divine embrace that gently falls.

You are never alone, through the darkest night,

Footprints in the sand, guiding with the light.

Carried through the storms, held in sacred grace,

In His presence, find a resting place.

Images of pain, of tears and fights,

But in His gaze, eternal rights.

Two sets of footprints, a symbol true,

He carried you when you thought you’d brew.

So rise, my soul, from the ashes within,

Walk in the love that conquers sin.

He’s there in the silence, in the gentle rain,

My Lord, my Savior, my comfort again.