In the quiet whispers of the dawn,
I feel Your grace, so pure, so strong.
The gentle breeze that sings a song,
Reminds me, Lord, to whom I belong.

Through the bustling noise of midday,
Your light guides me, showing the way.
In every struggle, in every fray,
Your love is the anchor that will stay.

As the evening shadows start to fall,
I see Your hand in the twilight call.
The stars, like angels, standing tall,
Echo Your name, the Lord of all.

In the stillness of the midnight hour,
I find my refuge in Your power.
Your presence blooms like a sacred flower,
Ever near, my divine tower.