In the quiet whisper of the dawn,
His gentle voice calls out to me,
A guiding light through shadows drawn,
Leading my soul to set it free.

Upon the hills where lilies bloom,
His footsteps mark the sacred ground,
A promise kept beyond the tomb,
Where peace and hope are always found.

His love like rivers deep and wide,
Flows through the valleys of my heart,
In every trial, by my side,
His grace and mercy never part.

With open arms, He welcomes all,
The lost, the weary, and the weak,
In His embrace, we stand tall,
His strength, the refuge that we seek.