In the silence of the morning light,
I feel Your love so pure and bright,
A guiding hand, a gentle touch,
That reassures, it means so much.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Your love remains, it never dies,
A beacon in the darkest night,
Forever constant, shining bright.
When storms of life around me rage,
Your love’s the anchor, firm and sage,
A shelter from the fiercest gale,
In Your embrace, I will not fail.
So grateful for this gift divine,
Eternal love thatâs truly Thine,
In every breath, in every prayer,
I find Your love is always there.