In the quiet whispers of the dawn,
Where shadows dance with the light,
God walks beside us, gently drawn,
Guiding our steps through the night.

His presence a warm, gentle breeze,
Through trials and the path unknown,
With every step, our fears ease,
In His strength, we have grown.

In the laughter of a new day,
Or the tears of a silent prayer,
He walks with us, come what may,
A constant presence, always there.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
His love a beacon, shining bright,
With God beside us, we can fly,
Into the hope of morning light.