In the soft whispers of dawnâs embrace,
Lies the tender touch of grace,
A light that guides through stormy seas,
Bringing hope and gentle ease.
Like a river flows with gentle might,
Grace leads us through the darkest night,
A beacon strong, yet softly bright,
Turning shadows into light.
In moments where despair takes hold,
Grace whispers secrets, pure and bold,
It lifts us up when weâre forlorn,
And helps our weary hearts be reborn.
So let us cherish this sacred gift,
That gives our souls a gentle lift,
With grace, our paths are always clear,
And in its light, we have no fear.