When the Road is Hard to Walk

I thought the music slipped away,
Its brightest notes had lost their way.
Through grief and hurt, through loss and pain,
I wondered if I’d sing again.

The stage had changed, the road grew steep,
Some wounds were buried far too deep.
The songs remained, yet in my heart,
I feared my gift had come apart.

Then God, so faithful, strong and true,
Sent encouragement shining through.
A voice of kindness, warm and clear,
Arrived exactly when I needed to hear.

A teacher spoke with simple grace,
Yet hope returned and filled that place.
She saw a gift I could not see,
And breathed new life inside of me.

She did not know the storms I’d faced,
The tears, the doubts I had embraced.
Yet through her words, God helped me see
The purpose still remaining in me.

A calling does not fade with time.
A gift still shines though shadows climb.
And when the road is hard to walk,
God often sends the ones who talk.

So if your dreams seem far away,
And disappointment clouds your day,
Remember this when hope feels dim:
The gift was given first by Him.

Thank you for the part you played.
Your words reached deep and gently stayed.
You reminded me what I forgot.

Keep singing.
Keep serving.
Keep believing.

Never stop.