Lyrics

[Verse 1]
She rises with the aching light, before the world can press
Pours her tea, grabs the leash, and tucks away the stress
Jax runs ahead through morning mist, she walks behind in prayer
There in the hush, He meets her—like He’s always waiting there

[Pre-Chorus]
The city’s still asleep, the dew still clings to leaves
But Heaven leans in closer when a heart like hers believes

[Chorus]
He calls her, “My dove in the clefts of the rock,”
“My beloved, my bride, my garden unlocked”
Through the burden and breathlessness, He’s never far
He sees the weary saint beneath the nurse’s scars
Though the world pulls hard, she lifts her eyes
She’s the apple of His eye

[Verse 2]
She stands beside the beeping lights, the sterile hum and pace
With hands that heal and eyes that hold a thousand silent graces
Her husband's breath, her patient’s pain—she bears it all with care
And when her soul is trembling, she finds Him waiting there

[Pre-Chorus]
At sinks and charts and sleeping halls, where others just see noise
He sings over her spirit with His quiet, jealous voice

[Chorus]
He calls her, “My lily among the thorns,”
“My banner of love through every storm”
When the world forgets the cost of kind
He writes her name on the palms of time
Though the roof may leak and the dishes rise
She’s the apple of His eye

[Bridge]
“Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away...”
He whispers through the lilacs in the park where shadows play
“Your eyes are like doves, your voice sweet to Me—
Even in your weariness, come rest beneath My tree”
She leans into His silence, lets the sacred tears fall free
And in that holy moment, she feels Him hold her gently

[Final Chorus]
He calls her, “My chosen, my radiant one,”
“More precious than rubies, more bright than the sun”
The house may groan, the to-do lists cry
But still He gathers every sigh
She’s not alone, though time flies by—
She’s the apple of His eye

[Outro] (Softly)
So let the dishes wait, let the garden grow wild
There’s a Savior who walks with His daughter and child
And in the still morning, beneath a dawning sky
He says again,
“You are the apple of My eye...”