In the silent dance of whispered dreams,
Grace flows softly through the night,
A gentle breeze on moonlit streams,
Guiding lost souls to find their light.

In shadows deep, where fears reside,
Grace paints stars upon the sky,
With tender hands, it turns the tide,
And lifts the heart that dares to fly.

Through storms of doubt and waves of pain,
Grace stands firm like ancient trees,
A quiet strength that will sustain,
In every moment, setting free.

In the quiet of a hopeful dawn,
Grace whispers gently to the soul,
A promise that we’re never gone,
In every piece, we find the whole.