In whispers soft, the Spirit sings,

Christ weaves through us on gentle wings.
His presence binds our hearts as one,
In fellowship, His will is done.

Through saints united, glory shines,
His purpose threads our mortal lines.
Abiding deep, we feel Him near,
His love transforms each fleeting fear.

No mere hope, His grace takes flight,
A living pulse of holy might.
Above the world, our minds ascend,
In His embrace, all cares transcend.

Face to face, we rest, we roam,
In boundless love, we find our home.
From His heart, the torrents pour,
Eternal, vast, forevermore.