Breaking, Yet Becoming

I thought the valley was the ending. That's where my roots grew deep. And the darkest

light was shining. In the silence, He would speak. Every pain became a promise,

every loss a hidden plan. I was breaking, yet becoming a reflection of His hand.

I have walked through storms and stillness. Through the ashes, through the flame. And through it all,

His whisper kept calling out my name. Through the ashes, through the flame, through the silence

and the rain, still His whisper kept on calling, calling softly, calling my name.