To Believe

I have seen the tomb left open,
and the stone rolled far away.
I have heard the silence tremble
as morning broke the gray.

He walks where waves meet footprints,
where faith and doubt collide.
He speaks not to the crowd alone,
but to the heart inside.

To believe is not to see Him once,
but to walk where He has gone —>
to trust the path through shadowed sand,
and follow toward the dawn.

He is risen —> not in story,
but in every breath I take.
He is near —> not in memory,
but in each step I make.