In the quiet dawn of morning light,
Hands reach out to mend and heal,
With every gesture, gentle and bright,
Hearts find solace, wounds conceal.
Through the tapestry of human care,
Threads of compassion warmly weave,
A symphony of kindness, rare,
In each embrace, we learn to believe.
The whispers of a selfless deed,
Echo through the corridors of time,
Planting hope like a precious seed,
A timeless song, a gentle rhyme.
As the stars adorn the endless night,
So does the service light our way,
A beacon in the darkest plight,
Guiding us through night to day.