In the quiet hours of dawn’s embrace,
Whispers of grace fill the air,
A gentle voice that calls to all,
In the silence, His presence is there.

Under the stars that softly glow,
A guiding light for the weary soul,
His love, a river that endlessly flows,
In His arms, we find our whole.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
His promise stands, unwavering and true,
In every tear and every sigh,
His love renews, His strength imbues.

So, let us walk with hearts aglow,
In the path of peace that He has shown,
With Jesus as our guide and friend,
In His light, we are never alone.