In the quiet of the morning, when the world is still asleep,
I bow my head in silence, and my soul begins to weep.
For the burdens that I carry, seem too heavy for my hands,
But I find my strength in Jesus, in the power of His plans.
I speak Jesus over heartache, I speak Jesus over pain,
I speak Jesus in the struggle, and the storm that brings the rain.
There's no mountain He can't move, no chain He won't release,
I speak Jesus, I speak Jesus, and my soul is filled with peace.
In the midst of all the chaos, when the day has lost its light,
I call upon my Savior, in the middle of the night.
For His name is my strong tower, a refuge I can claim,
And when I speak of Jesus, I'm never quite the same.
I speak Jesus over heartache, I speak Jesus over pain,
I speak Jesus in the struggle, and the storm that brings the rain.
There's no mountain He can't move, no chain He won't release,
I speak Jesus, I speak Jesus, and my soul is filled with peace.
Oh, the name that brings salvation, the name that makes me whole,
In every single moment, it's the anchor of my soul.
I'll shout it from the mountains, I'll whisper it in fear,
For I know my Jesus hears me, and He's always, always near.
I speak Jesus over heartache, I speak Jesus over pain,
I speak Jesus in the struggle, and the storm that brings the rain.
There's no mountain He can't move, no chain He won't release,
I speak Jesus, I speak Jesus, and my soul is filled with peace.
Yes, I speak Jesus, I speak Jesus,
And my soul is filled with peace.