In the quiet dawn, a whisper calls,
A gentle breath upon the heart,
Guiding through the shadowed halls,
Where life’s deepest secrets start.

With wings unseen yet felt so near,
The Holy Spirit softly glides,
Bringing peace where once was fear,
In the soul where grace abides.

Amidst the chaos, storms that rage,
A calming presence, pure and bright,
Writing love on every page,
Turning darkness into light.

Oh Spirit, guide my wandering feet,
Through valleys low and mountains high,
In your embrace, my joy complete,
Under the vast and watchful sky.