In Your Hands, My Evening

Like the night breeze gently rests on silent streets, so my soul entrusts itself to Your embrace, merciful Father.

I know the limits of my weariness, and into Your hands I place every burden of today.

I walk fragile into the sunset, but Your light remains my safe boundary.

You watch while the world rests, and I repeat with trust: in Your hands my hope is reborn.

Even in the darkness, the heart finds peace knowing that You never abandon those who entrust themselves to You.

Renew in rest my trust in You, Lord Jesus.

In the silence of the heart, I remain listening. 🌿