In the quiet whispers of the morning light,
His love descends, pure and bright.
A gentle touch upon the weary heart,
Guiding each soul, never to part.

Through storms that rage and shadows fall,
His presence remains, a steadfast call.
In the darkest nights, where fears abound,
His light shines through, eternally profound.

With every tear, a lesson learned,
His love ignites, our spirits churned.
In trials faced, in joys we find,
His grace endures, deeply entwined.

In every heartbeat, a promise lies,
His love unyielding, never disguised.
A beacon of hope, in faith we stand,
Forever held in His gentle hand.