In whispers of the morning light,
His presence felt, serene and bright,
A touch so soft, yet deeply strong,
Guiding hearts where they belong.
Through shadows cast by doubt and fear,
His gentle hand draws ever near,
A balm for souls that yearn for peace,
In His embrace, all worries cease.
Amidst the storms that life may bring,
His touch ignites the hope to sing,
A melody of faith and love,
Blessings flowing from above.
In every heart His light does dwell,
A gentle touch, the soul’s sweet well,
In Jesus’ grace, we find our way,
With every touch, a brighter day.