In the quiet moments of the dawn,
Grace alights softly, a gentle breeze,
Whispering secrets of the morn,
With a touch that seeks to ease.
Like sunlight through the leaves,
It dances on the forest floor,
Warming hearts that seek reprieve,
Opening wide an unseen door.
Amidst the chaos of the day,
Grace is a steady, guiding light,
In its glow, we find our way,
Through the shadows of the night.
A balm for the weary soul,
Grace sings a silent symphony,
Fulfilling what makes us whole,
In its embrace, we are free.