Whispers of Grace

In morning's gentle, golden light, I hear Your whispers soft and clear, Through trials dark and endless night, Your love reminds me You are near. When doubt creeps in like morning fog, And faith seems just beyond my reach, I walk this narrow, winding log, And listen for the truths You teach. Each stumble becomes a chance to grow, Each tear a seed of strength anew, In valleys deep and mountains' snow, I find my way by trusting You. For grace is not a distant star, But gentle rain on thirsty ground, You meet me right here where we are, In You, my hope is always found. So let me be a vessel, Lord, Of love that heals and light that guides, To speak Your gentle, powerful word, And show the world that Love abides.