In the silence of the morning light,
A gentle whisper calls my name,
Guiding my soul through shadows bright,
With love that burns like sacred flame.

Beneath the cross where mercy flows,
I find the peace my heart desires,
In every trial, my spirit knows,
A strength that lifts and never tires.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
His grace is ever pure and true,
In every tear, in every sigh,
A promise of a life made new.

So let my heart in worship soar,
With every breath, His name I raise,
For in His arms forevermore,
I find my hope, my joy, my praise.