In whispers soft as morning dew,

God’s love descends to me and you.

His Spirit fills the heart’s quiet space,

A guide through life’s uncharted race.

Beyond our sight, His plans unfold,

In threads of grace, His tale is told.

Each joy, each trial, He weaves with care,

Preparing us for moments rare.

In prayer, we touch the boundless divine,

Where hopes and fears in silence align.

He hears the soul’s unspoken plea,

And whispers, “Child, you’re home with Me.”

Creator, Sustainer, eternal light,

He holds our days through joy and night.

In love’s embrace, we come to see,

God’s all we need—our heart’s decree.

With trust we rise, His love our song,

In prayer, to Him we’ll e’er belong.