In the quiet of the morning, I seek His face,
A gentle touch from the One full of grace,
My heart whispers prayers, longing to feel,
The warmth of His love, so pure and real.

Through the trials and storms, I stand firm,
Knowing His presence, my spirit confirms,
His hand reaches out, calming my fears,
Wiping away sorrow, drying my tears.

Each step I take, guided by His light,
In the darkest of nights, He shines so bright,
His love, a beacon, unwavering and true,
In every moment, He makes all things new.

So I reach out, in faith and trust,
Touching Jesus, my soul does adjust,
In His embrace, I find my peace,
With Him, all struggles and doubts cease.