In the quiet of the morning light,
Where shadows blend with the dawning bright,
I feel a presence, warm and near,
A whisper soft, a voice so clear.

Through valleys low and mountains high,
His love remains, it will never die,
A guiding hand, a gentle touch,
In every moment, He loves so much.

When storms arise and skies turn gray,
His love, it shines, it leads the way,
A shelter strong, a refuge sweet,
In God’s embrace, we are complete.

In joy and sorrow, loss and gain,
His love is constant, through every pain,
An endless gift, so pure and true,
Forever and always, His love renews.