In the quiet of the night, I hear a call,
A gentle whisper floating, it lifts me up from it all.
With every heartbeat, I feel the holy pulse inside,
A melody of grace that teaches me to rise.
When the shadows gather 'round and the road is dim,
There's a light that guides me, a faith that won't wear thin.
With a spirit full of praise, I let my voices climb,
In the sacred rise of love, I know I'm right on time.
Chorus of the angels, singing deep within my soul,
A harmony of miracles that makes my spirit whole.
Through trials and through triumphs, I feel it shining bright,
A promise wrapped in mercy, igniting every night.
With a prayer upon my lips, I surrender to the sky,
The divine whispers guide me, as I lift my hands on high.
In this dance of the faithful, our hearts begin to soar,
Together in the glory, we find what we’re searching for.
With every step I take, I feel the blessings flow,
They cascade like a river, washing over me so slow.
The beauty in the struggle, the lessons that He brings,
I rise up in the spirit, carried forth on mercy’s wings.
In the gathering of believers, there's a fire we can share,
With our voices rising higher, we declare that we care.
For in this sacred moment, we find strength in unity,
Together we will shine, a beacon for all to see.
So let the world bear witness, to a faith that will not fall,
In the light of our devotion, we proclaim His name - our all.
With every chord of love, let the praise alive be heard,
As we soar on mercy’s wings, united by His word.
As the final hymn is sung, and the night begins to fade,
We’ll carry forth this spirit, in our hearts it won't evade.
For we stand as one in glory, in the lessons we believe,
With the promise of tomorrow, it's in faith we dare to dream.
Gospel
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