In the stillness of the morning light,
A gentle whisper calls my name,
The Holy Spirit, pure and bright,
Fills my soul with sacred flame.
Like a dove that soars above,
It breathes life into the air,
Bringing peace, hope, and love,
A tender touch in every prayer.
Through the storms and darkest night,
Its presence guides my weary way,
With every shadow, thereâs a light,
A beacon that will never sway.
In every heart its song is sung,
A melody of endless grace,
The Holy Spirit, forever young,
Dwells within this holy space.