In the gentle light of morning’s grace,
He walks with us, a calming space.
His whispers in the quiet breeze,
Bring peace to hearts and souls at ease.
A shepherd guiding through the night,
With love that shines, a beacon bright.
In shadows deep, His hand a guide,
In His embrace, we safely bide.
Through storms that rage and skies so gray,
His presence never fades away.
A Savior’s strength, unwavering, true,
In every trial, He sees us through.
His tender love, a healing balm,
In His arms, we find our calm.
With every breath, His name we raise,
Forever wrapped in Jesus’ praise.