In the quiet whispers of the dawn,
Where the first light meets the sky,
I hear your gentle voice, O God,
A melody that never dies.

In the rustling leaves of ancient trees,
Your presence softly sways,
A symphony of love and grace,
That guides me through my days.

In the laughter of the children,
And the warmth of friendship’s hand,
I see your face, O Divine One,
In every heart and land.

So let me live within your light,
And walk your holy ways,
For in your love, I find my strength,
And peace that ever stays.