In the stillness of the night, I hear
Whispers of the Divine so near.
Stars above, a celestial choir,
Singing songs of eternal fire.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
The echoes of His love never die.
Every breath, a testament of grace,
In every heart, He finds a place.

Oceans vast and skies so wide,
Reflect the beauty of His tide.
In every leaf and every tree,
The mark of His divinity.

In moments soft and struggles fierce,
His presence, a gentle pierce.
Guiding, holding, ever true,
In His light, we’re born anew.