Chosen Purpose

In shadows deep where darkness dwells,

I felt the weight of silenced screams,

The battles fought, the hidden spells,

Yet in the night, I dreamt of dreams.

With weary heart and fragile soul,

I stumbled through the fog of night,

But still He whispered, “You are whole,

In brokenness, I am your light.”

Through trials fierce and storms that rage,

The world may bruise, but cannot break,

For in His hands, I turn the page,

A testament to love, awake.

Though violence drums—a relentless force,

My spirit soars on wings of prayer,

In every prayer, I find my course,

Anointed purpose, bold and rare.

Each nation calls, their sorrows bleed,

And I am here, a voice to rise,

To stand for hope, to plant the seed,

To chase away the darkened skies.

No matter how the tempests roar,

I stand unshaken, a beacon bright,

For in His strength, I seek no more,

Than to reflect His love and light.

So here I come, with open heart,

To plead for peace, to carve the way,

In every tear, a brand new start,

For I am chosen, here to stay.

In unity, we lift our cries,

For nations bound and souls confined,

With faith that soars beyond the skies,

For love and purpose, intertwined.