In the stillness of the morning light,
Where whispers of dawn softly speak,
A love blooms, pure and bright,
In humble hearts, the meek.

It flows like rivers from the cross,
A sacrifice so deeply given,
A love that knows no loss,
Guiding souls to the promise of heaven.

In trials and in joy it stands,
A beacon, unwavering and true,
Boundless as the grains of sand,
A love that always renews.

In prayers whispered with gentle breath,
It lifts the weary, mends the soul,
Christian love that conquers death,
In its embrace, we are whole.