In the gentle touch of His graceful hand,
Where solace meets the weary heart,
A whisper of peace across the land,
A place where burdens softly part.
Through the silent storms and fierce despair,
His light becomes our guiding star,
In moments of doubt, His presence is there,
A beacon of hope from afar.
In quiet prayers and whispered pleas,
We find His love, a boundless sea,
In the embrace of His eternal peace,
Our souls are set completely free.
When shadows fall and day departs,
His touch remains, a healing balm,
In the deepest corners of our hearts,
We find our refuge, safe and calm.