They said it was finished.
They even closed the door behind them,
The lights were no longer bright they were now dim,
That the story was told. 
That is the word that was spread

But I serve a God who rewrites endings.
Who breathes life into ashes,
Who turns thoughts into visions,
And silence into symphonies.

See, man may mark the end with a period
But God?
He scribbles commas where they said “stop.”
He whispers “wait” where they shouted “quit.”
He builds bridges where they burned them down.

It’s not over when the crowd walks out.
It’s not over when the critics laugh.
It’s not over when the odds stack high
Like mountains daring you to climb.
Because God will tell you, “It’s Alright.”

Because faith isn’t fragile.
It’s forged in fire.
It’s the echo of hope
When everything else goes quiet.

So I stand.
Not because I am strong,
And Not because I am powerful.
I stand because He is.
I continue to walk not because I see the way,
But because He is the way.

And when He speaks
The winds hush.
The waves submit and become calm.
Then the impossible becomes the possible.

So don’t count me out.
Don’t close the book.
Don’t bury the dream.
Because it’s not over
Until God says it’s over.
And in the end
You Win!