In the quiet moments of dawn’s embrace,
A sacred whisper fills the space,
The Holy Spirit, gentle and kind,
Guides the heart and clears the mind.
Through the trials and the ceaseless night,
It brings forth a comforting light,
A presence felt, though unseen,
In every breath, in every dream.
With wings of grace, it softly hovers,
Over souls and troubled covers,
Bringing peace to restless hearts,
Healing wounds and broken parts.
Eternal flame, forever near,
Dispelling shadows, casting out fear,
The Holy Spirit, pure and true,
A divine gift for me and you.