A feather, soft and light in the breeze
Is like the breath of the Savior, to me.
That still small voice, I hear each day
That helps to guide me on my way.
I feel His loving arms embrace
Every time I stop to pray.
In times of chaos, stress and grief
My loving Father gives me peace.
I may not know His plan for me
The entire journey, I cannot see.
And yet I know each step I take
Is guided by His love and grace.
So, I will follow where He leads
Until the day He calls for Me.
Then, as His child, I’ll leave this place
And finally see my Fathers face.