In the quiet moments of the dawn’s first light,
He stands a beacon, unwavering and bright.
His heart a compass, guiding through the night,
With gentle whispers, he turns wrongs to right.
A pillar of strength in life’s relentless storm,
His presence a shelter, comforting and warm.
He speaks with kindness, his words transform,
The coldest hearts, in love they now conform.
His eyes reflect a soul so pure and deep,
A well of wisdom, from which we all may reap.
Through every promise, he vows to keep,
A silent guardian, watching as we sleep.
In every deed, his goodness shines so clear,
A gentle heart, to all he holds so dear.
A guiding star, forever drawing near,
In his embrace, we cast away our fear.