In the quiet of the morning light, I find,
A whisper of the sacred, pure and kind,
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
His love, my guide, will never die.

With every prayer, my soul takes flight,
Embraced by grace, through darkest night,
A beacon in the tempest’s roar,
His word, a shield, forevermore.

Beneath the cross, I lay my fears,
His sacrifice, my heart endears,
Redemption flows through crimson streams,
In Him, I find my hopes and dreams.

As days unfold, His mercy shines,
In every heart, His love defines,
A promise kept, through faith we see,
In Christ, we find eternity.