In the quiet of the morning light,
I reach out to touch the divine,
With trembling hands and open heart,
Seeking solace in His embrace.
Through storms and trials, I find my way,
Guided by His gentle whisper,
Each step a testament of love,
Each breath a gift of grace.
His presence, a beacon in the dark,
Illuminates my path with hope,
In His touch, I find my strength,
In His love, my soul finds rest.
As I walk this earthly journey,
With faith as my only guide,
I know that touching Jesus’ heart,
Brings peace that never fades.