In the quiet of the morn, His presence felt so near,
A tender touch from Jesus, banishing all fear.
His grace like gentle whispers, soothing every pain,
With every touch of mercy, a hope begins to reign.

The burdens of the world, so heavy on my soul,
Melt away like morning dew, making me whole.
His love, a balm so healing, mends the broken heart,
In the light of Jesus, we’re never far apart.

When shadows loom around, and darkness clouds the way,
His hand reaches out, guiding me to stay.
In the warmth of His embrace, all fears are laid to rest,
For in touching Jesus, we find our truest, best.

Each day a new beginning, with Him by my side,
Through every storm and trial, in His love I abide.
The touch of Jesus’ hand, a promise of tomorrow,
Filling life with joy, dispelling every sorrow.