In quiet moments, strength is found,
Where silence speaks without a sound.
The seeds of hope are buried deep,
Yet bloom in time, though they may sleep.

The winds may howl, the storm may rage,
But patience turns the waiting page.
For seasons pass, and tides will turn,
And in due time, the fires will burn.

With steady hands and steadfast will,
The restless heart must learn to still.
For in the pause, life finds its grace,
And every trial, we must face.
Patience brings its own reward,
In time, all paths lead to the Lord.