In silent whispers of the night,
Where stars gently weave their light,
A soul seeks solace, pure and true,
In the touch of grace, renewed.

Upon the winds of ancient song,
Carried where the heart belongs,
Fingers trace the sacred line,
To meet the hand of the divine.

In moments hushed, time stands still,
A gentle warmth the spirit fills,
Every fear and doubt erased,
In the tender touch of grace.

Through tears and joy, a bond is formed,
In the presence of love, transformed,
In touching Jesus, hearts find rest,
In His embrace, forever blessed.