In the quiet dawn, the Spirit stirs,
A whisper weaving through the trees,
A gentle breath that softly blurs,
The line between the earth and seas.
It dances in the morning light,
A flame that warms the heart within,
Guiding souls through darkest night,
A spark where every hope begins.
In every prayer, a voice is heard,
The Spirit’s song, a soothing balm,
Its presence felt in every word,
Bringing peace, restoring calm.
Through trials faced and battles won,
The Spirit walks beside each step,
A beacon shining like the sun,
In love’s embrace, the soul is kept.