Roman 8:16
1Kings 19:11-13
John 14:26
Verse 1
The sun’s getting' low, and the sky’s turning' gold,
A quiet evening prayer, as the world grows cold.
I can feel You near, like a soft wind blowing’,
In the rustling' leaves, I hear Your voice flowing'.
Chorus:
Holy Spirit, come and fill this place,
Like still waters, calm my heart, and grace.
Let Your presence be the quiet of the land,
I’ll rest in Your peace, with Your gentle hand.
Verse 2
I see Your hand in the morning dew,
I feel You close in the rustling of the trees.
With every breath, You bring a gentle light,
Guiding me through the quiet of the night.
Chorus:
Holy Spirit, come and fill this place,
Like still waters, calm my heart, and grace.
Let Your prese...