In the hush before the morning breaks,

Where mercy rises with the sun,

A love so vast, it shakes and wakes

The soul that thought it was undone.

God does shout through storm or fire,

And whispers peace the world can’t give.

Through Christ, He meets our deep desire,

And shows us how to die—and live.

The cross stands tall through time and pain,

A bridge from brokenness to grace,

And every loss is not in vain—

When viewed through Jesus’ loving face.

Believe.

Believe.

Believe.

When doubt invades your sacred space,

When prayers feel lost without reply,

Remember Calv’ry, see His face—

The Lamb who came to bleed and die.

Believe in Him who stilled the sea,

Who bore our sin on splintered wood,

Who rose again to set us free—

The Son of God, the only Good.

He walks with those the world forgets,

Restores the heart that’s bound in shame.

No power can break the love He sets

Upon the soul that calls His name.

So lift your eyes and bend your knees,

The King of kings still calls with grace.

The tomb is bare, the chains released—

He reigns in every hidden place.