In the quiet whispers of the dawn,
Where shadows meet the breaking light,
A sacred journey is gently drawn,
In the heart’s embrace of endless night.

Hope rises with the morning sun,
A beacon through the storm’s fierce gale,
Guiding souls until the day is done,
In the grace where dreams set sail.

The silent prayers of humble hearts,
Ascend like stars in the velvet sky,
Each petition a sacred art,
Echoing through the heavens high.

In the tapestry of time and space,
Faith weaves its threads with gentle hand,
Binding every soul and place,
In a love that forever stands.