In the gentle breeze of dawn’s first light,
A whisper calls from beyond the night,
Threads of gold in the tapestry of skies,
Guiding us where eternity lies.
In the rustling leaves and the flowing stream,
Echoes of a love that redeems,
A presence felt in the stillness of air,
A reminder that we are held with care.
Through the storms and the calming rains,
Strength is found in the silent plains,
A beacon bright in the darkest hour,
A testament to a higher power.
As stars adorn the endless night,
A celestial dance of pure delight,
In every beat of a yearning heart,
God’s gentle hand plays its part.