Known Unknown

You don’t need to see the path when you trust the One who made it.

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I don’t know

What lies beyond the illumination of light.

What whispers in the silence before the first light of dawn.

I don’t know if tomorrow speaks in thunder,

Or if it hums a quiet song.

I don’t know

The path will it lead me upward with simplicity or force me to navigate through the darkness?

I will stumble through the darkness while wondering why stars remain unreachable.

But I trust—

Not in the map,

But in the Maker of the sky,

The One who draws the line

Where earth and heaven lie.

I trust in the hands

The hands of love received me during my complete collapse.

The voice that calms the chaos