The gentle whisper speaks my name.
I often come to hear His call
And spend time alone in His embrace.
The early sun is soft and warm
And dances through the lofty pines.
I rest, alone, and wait to hear
Him speak. Serenity is mine..
He whispers promises so dear,
And comforts my uneasy thoughts.
My sometimes waining faith gains strength.
My heart longs for His forever love.
My morning rendezvous fulfills
The empty places deep inside.
He knows the words I need to hear.
He knows why I come. And He's always there.
No other love could ever thrill
The way He makes my heart delight.
No other place would I rather be
Than to spend these moments alone with Him.
The morning breeze calls out to me.
I know my Jesus. He knows my name.
My love grows stronger, and so, my faith.
I trust my love with each morning breath.
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