This is a prayer of reflection, A whisper of vision in flight. We praise You, Lord, with conviction, You move in the silence of night. Our faith unlocks the potential, Though we don’t see all You’ve planned. You’re working behind every moment, With power we don’t understand. You are the God of possible, You make the mountains move. You turn the seed into harvest, You make the broken new. We sing with hearts surrendered, Our hope in You is sure. You are the God of possible, Forever strong and pure. We begin today with something small, A step, a word, a prayer. Trusting You’ll multiply it all, With grace beyond compare. Our obedience may seem quiet, But it echoes in Your plan. Each act becomes a canvas, In the masterpiece You span. So we keep on believing, Though the answer’s yet unseen. You’re weaving every moment Into a greater dream. Confident in our tomorrows, We lift our praise today— You’re the God who makes things happen, You always make a way. You are the God of possible, You make the mountains move. You turn the seed into harvest, You make the broken new. We sing with hearts surrendered, Our hope in You is sure. You are the God of possible, Forever strong and pure.
