In the whisper of the morning breeze,
Lies a strength so pure and true,
Unseen by eyes that seek the grand,
Yet felt by hearts that humbly stand.
With bowed heads and open hearts,
We walk the path of simple grace,
Not seeking praise or grand acclaim,
But finding peace in life’s embrace.
The humble soul, a quiet storm,
It bends but never breaks,
It gives without a thought of gain,
And loves for love’s own sake.
In humility, we find our light,
A beacon in the darkest night,
To lead us through with gentle hand,
And guide us to a promised land.