You call, O God, to hearts below,
In ways, the restless soul might know,
Not bound by sight, yet strong and clear—
Your voice in truth draws all who hear.
Creation speaks, a quiet song,
The skies proclaim where we belong,
Each star a whisper, leaf a sign,
That love and grace are Yours, divine.
Your Spirit stirs, a gentle breath,
That guides the soul from sin to death;
The angels sent, unseen, to bear
Our burdens up with tender care.
I ponder life and what it means—
This fragile flesh, these unseen seams,
And find You, Lord, in every part,
Directing me with loving heart.
Rescued from the dark within,
Saved from pride and wayward sin,
You, Jesus, lead me through the night,
Redeeming me with holy light.
So praise I bring, a grateful song,
For saving grace when I was wrong,
For love that leads, and truth that frees—
In You, my soul finds perfect peace.

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