In the quiet moments of dawn’s early light, A hand reaches out to ease another’s plight. Service, the silent song…
In the quiet moments of dawn’s embrace, A promise of service takes its place, Hands that work with gentle grace,…
In the quiet moments of our day, When the sun begins to gently sway, We find our purpose, clear and…
When shadows fall and spirits wane, A gentle hand does calm the pain. With words of care and acts so…