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When the night feels heavy and the road seems long,  

When your heart grows quiet though you’re tryin’ to stay strong,  

There’s a whisper rising gentle from the Father’s throne—  

Hold on, child… this is a moment of your own.  

When the winds start changin’ and the old leaves fall,  

When you’re prayin’ for direction but can’t hear the call,  

Grace is gatherin’ softly like a seed that’s sown—  

Trust His hand… this is a moment of your own.  

’Cause every season has a purpose, every tear has a place,  

Every shadow only teaches you the shape of His grace.  

And when the shifting of the heavens feels like you’re standin’ alone,  

He’s preparing, He’s restoring—this is a moment of your own.  

When the doors stay closed though you knock all night,  

When the valley feels deeper than the edge of your sight,  

He’s the God who moves in silence, yet His love is shown—  

Wait in Him… this is a moment of your own.  

When the dawn breaks open with a brand‑new light,  

When the promise you carried finally comes in sight,  

You’ll remember how He held you, how He kept you grown—  

Praise His name… this is a moment of your own.  

’Cause every season has a purpose, every tear has a place,  

Every shadow only teaches you the shape of His grace.  

And when the shifting of the heavens feels like you’re standin’ alone,  

He’s preparing, He’s restoring—this is a moment of your own.  

So breathe in the stillness, let your spirit be known,  

God is writing your story in a rhythm all His own.  

And when He lifts you higher than you’ve ever been shown—  

You’ll declare… this was a moment of my own.