In the quiet of the morning light,
I reach out to touch His grace,
A love that shines so pure and bright,
Bringing peace to every place.

Through every trial and every tear,
His gentle hand I seek,
A presence that dispels all fear,
In His strength, I am not weak.

When shadows fall and hope seems lost,
His voice calls out to me,
A beacon in the tempest tossed,
His touch sets my spirit free.

In every breath, in every prayer,
I feel His love so near,
A sacred bond beyond compare,
Touching Jesus, my soul is clear.