In the quiet of the dawn’s first light,
A whisper beckons, soft and bright,
Embracing hope beyond the sight,
A guiding hand through endless night.

When shadows loom and hearts may fear,
Faith’s gentle voice draws ever near,
Lifting spirits, wiping every tear,
A promise that the soul holds dear.

Through storms that rage and skies of gray,
Trust in the path, come what may,
For in His love, we find our way,
With every step, a brighter day.

In silence, prayers rise above,
Carried on the wings of love,
A testament to the One we trust,
In faith, our spirits are robust.