In the silence of the night, I seek His face,
A gentle touch, a warm embrace.
Through trials and tears, His love remains,
A beacon of hope in life’s vast plains.

With hands outstretched, I feel His power,
A guiding light in every hour.
His presence soothes my weary soul,
In His embrace, I find my goal.

The world may falter, storms may rage,
Yet in His arms, I feel no cage.
His touch is pure, His love divine,
In Jesus’ grace, I forever shine.

So in my heart, I’ll keep Him near,
Through every joy, through every tear.
Touching Jesus, my Savior dear,
Forever blessed, forever clear.