In the gentle whisper of grace,
He walks beside the weary soul,
A beacon in the darkest place,
Where broken hearts are made whole.
Through shadows and light, He leads,
A guiding hand in stormy night,
With every prayer, a heart He feeds,
Bringing warmth with His holy light.
A Savior’s embrace, tender and true,
In every tear, He finds a way,
To heal, to comfort, to renew,
A promise of a brighter day.
In every heartbeat, He resides,
Love eternal, a gift divine,
With open arms, He abides,
Our hearts forever intertwined.