As sunbeams filter softly Through the autumn leaves above You can almost hear His whisper Gently feel a Heaven-hug In the stillness of the morning While the dew is on the ground The morning fog encircles Like a Heaven-hug around In the quiet calm of midnight When you walk and gaze up high The starry sky umbrella Wraps a Heaven-hug thereby In the summer, in the winter Through all heartache, grief and storm Our loving Lord and Father Holds us tight, close, safe and warm
