In the hush of dawn, where light first breathes,
Grace glides softly on the morning breeze.
It whispers through the leaves of ancient trees,
And dances on the waves of endless seas.

Grace is the touch of a mother’s hand,
The warmth that only love can understand.
It’s the solace found in a quiet land,
A guiding star in a world so grand.

Through trials and storms, it stands so tall,
A beacon of hope, never to fall.
In every heart, Grace answers the call,
Lifting spirits with its gentle thrall.

So let Grace be your ever-present friend,
A light that shines until the very end.
In its embrace, let your soul transcend,
For in Grace, broken hearts mend.