In the quiet whispers of dawn,
Where shadows fade and dreams take flight,
His gentle hands embrace the weary,
Bringing solace through the night.

He walked the path of thorns and pain,
With love that knew no end or bound,
His sacrifice, a beacon shining,
In every heart where hope is found.

Through trials deep and storms untamed,
His voice, a calm amidst the roar,
A shepherd guiding lost and broken,
To peaceful shores forevermore.

In His name, the weary find their rest,
In His love, the wounded heal,
Jesus Christ, our light eternal,
In His embrace, all sorrows steal.