In the quiet moments of the dawnâs embrace,
Grace weaves a tapestry, delicate and bright.
A gentle whisper in the silent space,
Guiding hearts towards the light.
The dance of shadows on the morning dew,
Reminds us of the beauty in our flaws.
Grace, a balm for wounds both old and new,
A whispered hope that never withdraws.
In every trial, in each stumbling fall,
Grace lifts us gently, with tender care.
A silent promise that we stand tall,
Even when the world seems unaware.
With every breath, a chance to start anew,
Grace paints our paths with hues of gold.
A constant presence, steadfast and true,
A timeless story, forever told.