In the quiet whisper of the dawn,
Grace dances on the morning breeze,
A gentle touch from the heavens drawn,
Bringing hearts to their knees.

When shadows fall and darkness looms,
Grace shines through the thickest night,
A beacon in life’s shifting rooms,
Turning wrongs to right.

Through trials, storms, and endless strife,
Grace holds us close, steadfast and true,
In every breath, in every life,
Grace paints the skies anew.

So let us walk with heads held high,
Embrace the grace that lights our way,
Beneath the vast and boundless sky,
We find our peace in every day.