When all feels lost and hope runs thin,
You don’t know where you should begin.
Your path is dark, you roam alone,
No friendly ear to hear your tone.

Yet do not yield to bleak despair,
There’s hidden beauty waiting there.
In every trial, in every test,
When we surrender, we are blessed.

Grace will fall where doubts reside,
For He will hear your every cry.
Don’t lose hope when troubles near,
There is purpose woven clear.

Though you may ask the reasons why,
Learn to trust, to yield, to try.
For blessings come when you let go,
And give Him all your fear and woe.

In surrender lies a gentle art,
A healing balm for weary hearts.
Release your burdens, trust His plan,
Find beauty in His guiding hand.