In the tapestry of time, where doubts entwine,
A whisper stirs the heart, a truth divine.
From Luke’s old scroll, a verse does softly call,
“Impossible with man, but not with God at all.”
Beneath the weight of mountains, dreams may fade,
Where mortal hands falter, and hopes evade.
The heart, though earnest, stumbles in its quest,
Bound by flesh and fear, it longs for rest.
A camel through a needle’s eye? A jest!
The wealthy cling to gold, their souls oppressed.
Yet Jesus spoke, His words a piercing flame,
What man cannot achieve, God’s power can claim.
The barren field, where seeds refuse to grow,
The storm-tossed sea, where tempests overthrow,
The broken heart, where sorrow’s rivers flow—
God’s hand can mend, His love can make them whole.
Consider stars that burn through endless night,
Each hung by hands unseen, ablaze with light.
The heavens bow, obedient to His voice,
And impossibilities become His choice.
The widow’s coin, though small, outshone the rest,
Her faith, a spark, ignited in her chest.
No task too vast, no hope too frail to stand,
When lifted by the strength of God’s own hand.
The leper cleansed, the blind restored to sight,
The dead raised up to walk in living light,
The seas made still, the demons cast away—
God’s will unfolds where mortals lose their way.
Oh, skeptic heart, that questions what may be,
Look to the cross, where grace has set us free.
The tomb was sealed, yet Christ arose again,
Defying death, He broke the chains of men.
What dream lies dormant in your trembling soul?
What wall too high, what wound too deep to console?
The God who spoke the cosmos into being,
Sees every tear, each silent prayer you’re freeing.
Through deserts vast, He carves a river’s path,
Through raging storms, He calms the heavens’ wrath.
The childless womb, the life that seemed undone,
Are touched by Him, whose will is never outrun.
So lift your eyes beyond the fleeting strife,
Beyond the bounds of this uncertain life.
For what is hard, unyielding, or confined,
Is but a breath to God’s eternal mind.
With man, the road may twist and break apart,
But God can pave the way to every heart.
His promise stands, unyielding, ever true,
What’s impossible for us, He’ll see us through.
From Luke’s sweet verse, this truth shall never fade,
No dream too grand, no soul too lost or strayed.
With faith as small as mustard seeds that fall,
With God, all things are possible—yes, all.