Where the Good Lord Leads

There's a quiet in the morning. Before the world begins to move. Where the peace

of God sits softly. On the air like gentle proof. And I hear

Him in the silence. In the rustle of the trees. Calling me to

trust Him. On this road I walk with ease. I'll go where

the good Lord leads. Through the sorrow or the breeze. If the valley

gets too deep, He'll be right there carrying me. Every mile, every need.

I'll go where the good Lord leads. I've tried holding my own plans.

But they crumble in my hands. Till I finally learn that freedom. Comes from giving