In the quiet of the dawn, it starts,
The gentle hands, the caring hearts,
A smile, a touch, a helping hand,
Service spreads across the land.

Unseen, it works its magic so,
Easing burdens, softening woe,
With every act, a bond is made,
In service, love and hope displayed.

In shadows where despair may hide,
Service stands by every side,
A candle in the darkest night,
Bringing forth a guiding light.

Through days of joy, and nights of pain,
Service heals and mends again,
The silent strength, the endless care,
In every heart, it’s always there.