In the quiet of the morning light,
Where shadows dance and dreams take flight,
There lies a presence pure and bright,
The essence of love, the divine might.

Through the storms and trials we face,
A guiding hand, a warm embrace,
In every moment, in every place,
The divine grace leaves its trace.

With every whisper of the wind,
A gentle reminder of where we’ve been,
In every heartbeat, in every scene,
The divine presence, calm and serene.

So let us lift our voices high,
In songs of praise that reach the sky,
For in the divine, our spirits lie,
The eternal light that will never die.