When the storm clouds gather and the night feels long,
 His joy is a shelter, it’s where we belong.
 With every sunrise, it’s a brand new start,
 A soft reminder of love in our hearts.
 Circumstances may shift, but His joy won’t fade,
 In the darkest of hours, it’s a promise He made.
 Just a simple “thank You,” for breaths that we take,
 For hope that forever, the dawn will awake.