When shadows fall and spirits wane,
A gentle hand does calm the pain.
With words of care and acts so kind,
It lifts the soul, eases the mind.

In moments dark, when hope seems lost,
A service true, with no thought of cost.
A beacon bright, a guiding light,
Turning the wrong into the right.

Through every storm, in rain or sun,
A helping hand, a race well-run.
With steadfast heart and noble aim,
It stands beside, it calls our name.

So let us honor this noble creed,
For it is service, in word and deed.
A gift of heart, a selfless way,
That lights our path and fills our day.