I began my morning with a whisper of grace,  

Matthew 17:1-20 lighting my place.  

God is divine, my strength, my song,  

In His embrace, I forever belong.  

As evening fell, a truth was told—  

For wisdom, ask, be bold, be bold.  

No fear, no doubt, just prayer, just trust,  

His gifts are generous, loving, just.  

Through every trial, through weary sighs,  

He lifts me up, He hears my cries.  

When I am weak, His strength is near,  

A whispered promise: *Do not fear.*  

And as the night begins to call,  

Matthew 17:20 stands tall—  

Faith like a seed can move the sky,  

With Him, no mountain stands too high.

Label: Reflection