Echoes of Triumph* #882

The Journey of Divine Triumph In whispered spaces where faith takes root, We tread a path lined with hues so mute— Indifference’s grey, ridicule’s sharp tone, Abuse’s deep scars, repression’s heavy stone. Yet, there, beyond the shadows’ reach, A stage of light, respect's silent speech. Carved by divine, these pilgrims true, Clutching Jeremiah’s promise, as their cue: Not for woe, but welfare’s plan, A future hope, for every woman and man. Our worth, not mirrored by the world's fleeting sight, But echoed in heavens, in stars’ soft light. Trials, they come, scorn’s bitter seed, As He too faced, whose steps we heed. Yet through the pain, as Romans wrote, Suffering births endurance, a sturdy boat; Character grows, and from it springs A hopeful bloom, with sturdy wings. At the cross, where power fell, laid bare, Christ claimed our victory in despair. Those timbers, not defeat’s cruel jest, But triumph's gate, our eternal quest. In weakness and ending, a divine strength found, In each fall, a call to rise, profound. March on, march strong, heirs of a day When shadows flee, and fears allay. Live bold, love fierce, stand firm in faith, Each defeat a prelude, where victory saith: In every ending, listen close— A new beginning, a heavenly dose. Embrace your stage, the divine act, Where moments weak meet strength intact. Share this truth, breathe its grace, Watch dawn break, shadows chase. This journey ours, a triumph divine, In every step, His love, the line. Written by Steven G. Lee (April 12, 2024)