In the silence of dawn, where whispers reside,
A loving God weaves the world, side by side.
With gentle fingers, He shapes every star,
Each flicker of light, a promise from far.

He paints the horizons in colors so bright,
With golds and deep blues, to herald the night.
The sun's warm embrace, the moon's tender glow,
In the tapestry of time, His love starts to flow.

He listens to hearts that are weary and torn,
A balm for the broken, a hope newly born.
In the laughter of children, in tears of the lost,
He gathers our stories, no matter the cost.

He walks through the valleys, in shadows and fears,
With the softest of hands, He wipes away tears.
In the rustle of leaves, in the songs of the sea,
His presence surrounds us, a sacred decree.

He nurtures the fragile, the small and the meek,
With kindness that blooms in each soul that is weak.
He whispers of strength when we falter and break,
Reminding us gently, we’re never forsake.

He breathes life into blossoms that dance in the breeze,
With colors that shimmer, in harmony tease.
In the flutter of wings of a butterfly's flight,
He shows us that beauty can flourish from light.

Through the chaos of life, in moments of doubt,
He offers a refuge, a place to reach out. ...