In the quiet moments of dawn’s early light,
A hand reaches out to ease another’s plight.
Service, the silent song of the soul,
Mends the broken, makes the wounded whole.

Through every act of kindness, big or small,
We rise together, we avoid the fall.
A smile, a gesture, a helping hand,
Can build bridges, can heal the land.

In service, we find our truest call,
To lift each other, to stand tall.
It’s the thread that weaves us tight,
The beacon in the darkest night.

So let us serve with hearts so pure,
For in service, we find our cure.
A life of meaning, a life of grace,
Is found in the service we embrace.