In the quiet dawn of whispered prayers,
A gentle presence fills the air,
With every breath, a silent grace,
God walks with us in time and space.

The stars above in endless night,
Reflect the mystery of Divine light,
Their twinkling eyes, a cosmic dance,
Invite the soul to take a chance.

In the rustling leaves and flowing streams,
God’s voice is heard, like ancient dreams,
In every shadow, in every gleam,
Love eternal, the heart’s true theme.

Let faith be the compass in the storm,
As the spirit finds its sacred form,
In the vastness of the unknown,
God’s gentle whisper leads us home.