When I was young, I recall the warmth of the sun,
And the gentle breeze as if echoing goodwill.
I did not know it then, but now I do for sure.

Presence, carrying me, instilling love and hope.
Peace, keeping me steady, ready for Your wisdom.
The joy of knowing You, or thinking that I do,
Helps my unbelief, turning doubt into a prayer.

The times, they may seem dark, and danger lurks about.
Yet, Grace, I remember, and carry in my heart,
The blessing like no other, the gift that Thou art.

The Lord is near to all who call upon him,
to all who call upon him in truth. – Psalm 145:18