In the quiet strength of gentle hands,
Resides the heart of a noble soul.
With every act, a promise stands,
To mend the broken, make them whole.

His words are like a soothing balm,
Healing wounds both seen and hidden.
In his presence, there’s a calm,
A peace that’s never overridden.

He walks with grace through storm and strife,
A beacon in the darkest night.
With every step, he breathes new life,
Turning wrongs into what’s right.

The world is better, having known,
The touch of such a gentle heart.
In every deed, his love is shown,
A true man’s work, a work of art.