I can’t thank you enough JesusFor showing me your love and graceIn the darkest of times you found meYour light…

On a park bench at the break of dawnShe sits with her Bible the world is calmSunrise paints the sky…

In the quiet of the morning with coffee in her handShe opens up the Good Book to see God’s holy…

Cried out from the shadows Lost and weary I did roam Then He heard my desperate whisper Took my hand…