In the quiet moments before dawn’s first light,
He stands, a beacon in the dark of night.
With a heart so pure and hands so strong,
He rights the world’s most grievous wrongs.

With wisdom deep and patience vast,
He builds a future that will last.
His words, a balm to soothe the soul,
He makes the broken parts feel whole.

Through trials and storms, he does not waver,
A steady hand, a gentle savior.
In his eyes, a spark of grace,
Reflecting love in every space.

A good man’s legacy is woven tight,
In acts of kindness, shining bright.
A hero in the simplest ways,
He lights the darkest of our days.