You see a glimpse, a fleeting shine,
A piece of promise by design.
You’ve prayed, you’ve wept, you’ve sown in dirt—
Still walking through the growing hurt.
But hold on tight, don’t be deceived,
You’re closer now than you believe.
The mountain’s peak, the healing word—
You're standing on the tip of the iceberg.
What lies beneath, you cannot see,
Are blessings shaped by destiny.
A sea of grace, a mighty store,
Just past this moment—God has more.
So don’t give up, don't drift away,
Your miracle is on its way.
Though it seems small, your faith has stirred
The depths below—the iceberg heard.
Now lift your eyes, your soul prepared,
The overflow will soon be shared.
This waiting time has not been vain—
The tip was just the edge of gain.
©heavenecho
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