In the dawn of a misty morning,
I sense a still small voice within,
with an eye of infinite tenderness,
watching over me once again.
Of this I'm sure, He's always there
with hand to guide, to love and care,
but this day is unlike the others
or maybe I'm now more aware?
His love's magnified in my soul,
a nearness I've not felt in years.
He's drawing me close despite myself,
in the joyful rain of my tears.
His love follows throughout the day,
singing over me through the night.
I do not know why He loves me so,
but I'll bask in His tender delight.
