Loving God.

 Before the dawn had painted sky,

Your love was already awake.

A gentle whisper, soft and high,
For my restless spirit’s sake.

When mountains rise in jagged lines,
Or valleys deep with shadows loom,
I find You in the sturdy pines,
And in the quiet, inner room.

No greater love could I possess,
Than the grace that holds me fast.
In times of joy or deep distress,
Your promise is meant to last.

Not with a shout, but in the hush,
My soul bows down to say:
You are the vibrant, morning blush,
And the strength to start the day.

So take my heart, for it is Yours,
A vessel for Your love to fill.
On quiet streams or raging shores,
I choose to follow still.