In the quiet dawn, where whispers dance,
Grace descends with gentle glance.
A touch unseen, yet felt so deep,
In hearts it sows, the seeds we reap.

Through storms that rage, and nights so long,
Grace is the melody in our song.
A silent guide, through shadowed ways,
In its embrace, we find our gaze.

When spirits falter, and hope seems lost,
Grace lifts us up, despite the cost.
A beacon bright in darkest night,
It leads us gently towards the light.

So let us cherish this gift so rare,
In every breath, it’s always there.
With open hearts, embrace its call,
For in grace’s arms, we find our all.