In the quiet chambers of our souls,
Where faith and doubt engage in cosmic dance,
We find our strength, our refuge, our whole,
For God’s unwavering love, our sacred chance.
God, the Weaver of stars and whispered prayers,
Breathes life into our fragile clay,
His touch ignites the flame that dares,
To illuminate our path, both night and day.
When tempests rage and waves threaten to consume,
Our anchor holds firm, unyielding and true,
For God sustains us, even in the darkest gloom,
His grace, a lighthouse guiding us through.
His judgment, stern as thunder’s roar,
Yet mercy’s rain falls gently on our wounds,
In discipline, He seeks our hearts to restore,
To lead us back from idols’ empty tunes.
Beware false gods, their glittering allure,
They promise solace but deliver chains,
Unfaithfulness erodes our spirits pure,
Yet God’s love remains, unshaken by our stains.
So let us lean upon this sacred truth,
Our strength lies not in self or worldly strife,
But in surrender—to the God of endless youth,
The Guardian of our hearts, the Source of life.
