In the silence of the dawn, He speaks,Through whispers of the gentle breeze,In every leaf that softly quakes,A symphony of endless peace.His presence in the stars aglow,Guides the wanderer’s weary soul,In mysteries the night holds close,A promise written on the scroll.The rivers sing His timeless grace,In currents deep, His love cascades,A dance of light in shadowed place,Where hope and faith serenely wade.In every heartbeat, there He dwells,In moments fleeting, He remains,A love that in the silence tells,Of boundless joy amidst the pains.