In the heart of every storm, he stands,
Unwavering, with gentle hands,
A soul so pure, a spirit so grand,
He carries love across the lands.

His words are soft, yet firm with truth,
A guiding light for wayward youth,
In every action, a living proof,
That goodness reigns beneath his roof.

With patience, he tends to broken hearts,
Mending souls with his gentle arts,
In every smile, a new start,
He plays his quiet, noble part.

Through trials and tribulations he strides,
With honor as his constant guide,
A good man, who’s always beside,
Those in need, with arms open wide.