In shadows deep, where sorrows dwell,
Our hearts weighed down, our spirits frail,
We turn to God, our refuge sure,
His love, unyielding, ever pure.
In desperate hours, when hope seems lost,
He hears our cries, no matter the cost,
His eyes upon us, unwavering gaze,
Guiding us through life’s tangled maze.
Through whispered prayers, we find our way,
A sacred bond that will not sway,
For God is near, His presence known,
In quiet moments, seeds are sown.
His wisdom flows like gentle streams,
His grace, a balm for wounded dreams,
And as we seek Him earnestly,
We taste His goodness, rich and free.
So let us live our faith each day,
With reverence, trust, and hearts ablaze,
For God is attentive, ever near,
Our refuge, protector, always here.
