In the quiet of the silent morn,
When the world is still and dreams are born,
I find a light that softly guides,
A faith in God that gently abides.
Through storms that rage and winds that howl,
When darkness looms and spirits prowl,
A whisper speaks, a calming voice,
In faith we stand, in love rejoice.
The mountains tall and valleys deep,
Where secrets of the ages sleep,
Each step I take, a journey long,
With faith in God, I am made strong.
In every tear and every smile,
Through every trial, every mile,
His presence near, a guiding hand,
In faith we trust, in hope we stand.