In the quiet dawn of waking dreams,
Where whispers of the sacred flow,
The gentle touch of divine beams,
Guides hearts to where true wisdom grows.

Amidst the stars that paint the night,
A tapestry of endless grace,
The Maker’s hand holds firm and tight,
Crafting wonders in every place.

Through storms and trials, fierce and wild,
A presence calm, a guiding song,
With faith, each weary heart is filed,
To stand where righteous souls belong.

In silence deep, where spirits soar,
The echo of a prayer’s release,
In the embrace of the Divine’s core,
We find our solace, love, and peace.