In the quiet of the morning light,
When the world is still and new,
I feel a presence soft and bright,
A grace that shines through.

The gentle rustle of the trees,
Whispers of blessings in the air,
God’s hand in every breeze,
A love beyond compare.

Through trials and through triumphs,
His blessings never cease,
In every joy and sorrow,
His comfort brings me peace.

So, I walk with faith unwavering,
With trust in His divine plan,
For in every step and moment,
I feel God’s guiding hand.