In the stillness of the early morn,
When shadows dance with gentle grace,
Hearts awaken to the promise reborn,
In whispers of hope, in this sacred space.
The world holds its breath in tender wait,
As the sky blushes with timid light,
Each moment drawn by the hand of fate,
Painting dreams on the canvas of night.
Soft echoes of a melody unsung,
Weaving through the tapestry of time,
In every heart, a bell gently rung,
Chiming with the rhythm of the divine.
As stars surrender to the break of dawn,
We gather dreams like morning dew,
In the glow of a new day reborn,
We find our courage, we find our truth.