I heard a whisper in the silence,

When my doubts were screaming loud.

I felt a fire start to rise,

Though I was buried in the crowd.

The mountain looked too high to climb,

But something in me said, it’s time.

I won't wait for skies to clear.

Faith was made to conquer fear.

So I’ll step into the storm,

With my hands raised high.

I believe in what I can’t see,

And I’m not afraid to try.

Hope is not a feeling,

It's the courage to begin.

I won't wait for perfect answers.

I’ll move and let the miracle in.

I used to pray and then stand still,

Hoping heaven made the move.

But now I know that faith is fire,

And fire was meant to prove

That even if I stumble down,

I rise again on solid ground.

No more chains of hesitation.

I'm a voice, not an echo of salvation.

So I’ll step into the storm,

With my hands raised high.

I believe in what I can’t see,

And I’m not afraid to try.

Hope is not a feeling,

It's the courage to begin.

I won't wait for perfect answers.

I’ll move and let the miracle in.

Faith without action is a song unsung,

A race not run, a bell unstrung.

But I was born to shout and soar,

To kick down every waiting door.

So I’ll step into the storm,

With my soul on fire.

Every prayer I breathe is power,

Every step is climbing higher.

Hope is more than dreaming.

It’s the spark to start again.

I won’t wait for skies to open.

I’ll move and let the healing begin.

So I’ll step into the storm

And walk with faith in the wind.