In the quiet dawn, where silence reigns,
Gentle whispers of blessings unfold,
A new day wrapped in golden chains,
With hope and dreams untold.

The morning sun casts its graceful light,
On fields and streams, on city streets,
Each beam a promise, warm and bright,
A gentle touch that life repeats.

In every breath, in every sigh,
Blessings flow like rivers wide,
Guiding us beneath the vast sky,
With faith and love, our hearts confide.

Through trials faced and joys embraced,
The blessings of a guiding hand,
We walk with grace, no dream misplaced,
For in His light, we firmly stand.