In the gentle kiss of morningâs light,
Blessings unfold in silent grace,
Whispering through the waking breeze,
Promising hope and tender embrace.
The golden sun in its rise,
Paints the sky with hues of love,
Each ray a reminder of divine care,
Sent from the heavens above.
Through the rustling leaves of ancient trees,
A melody of peace softly sings,
Echoing the heartbeat of sacred gifts,
Wrapped in the flutter of angelic wings.
As stars adorn the velvet night,
Their glow a testament of faith,
Guiding souls through shadows deep,
To find solace in Godâs embrace.