In the quiet of the morning, whispers of divine,
A love that knows no boundaries, eternally benign.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
His grace abounds, ever nigh.

When shadows fall and hopes seem lost,
It’s His embrace that warms the frost.
A beacon in the darkest night,
Guiding hearts to pure delight.

No storm too fierce, no night too long,
His love remains, steadfast and strong.
In every trial, in every tear,
He draws us close, wipes away our fear.

So let us rise, with faith renewed,
In God’s great love, our souls are hewed.
For in His light, we find our way,
A love that shines, a bright array.