Soft as the touch of a summer breeze,
Gentle as the whisper of an angels caress;
Comes a message of hope to the saints,
Of a wonderful haven of rest.
Notes of hymns that float through the air,
Praising the Prince of all Peace;
Sending a promise for tomorrows cares,
And freedom from burdens release.
They hope for the dew of tomorrow,
Faithful to a Father that's true;
Lends strength to the spirits in trials,
As the soul in the spirit renews.
Comforting whispers of sacred thoughts,
Revealed in His promise divine;
Tomorrow will rise with the dawning Son,
And the earth in it's glory will shine.
WRITTEN BY
GLADYS KESTERSON
Soft as the touch of a summer breeze,
Gentle as the whisper of an angels caress;
Comes a message of hope to the saints,
Of a wonderful haven of rest.
Notes of hymns that float through the air,
Praising the Prince of all Peace;
Sending a promise for tomorrows cares,
And freedom from burdens release.
They hope for the dew of tomorrow,
Faithful to a Father that's true;
Lends strength to the spirits in trials,
As the soul in the spirit renews.
Comforting whispers of sacred thoughts,
Revealed in His promise divine;
Tomorrow will rise with the dawning Son,
And the earth in it's glory will shine.
WRITTEN BY
GLADYS KESTERSON
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