In the serene morning light,
as the earth stirs with a gentle sigh,
a radiant grace blooms,
urging us to reach and strive
In every storm and tear,
grace confidently whispers,
“You’re not alone,” dispelling every doubt and fear,
nurturing a seed where love flourishes
Like roots that stretch beneath the soil,
in search of water, in search of air,
we grow through pain, through life’s toil,
finding strength in silent prayer
Grace is the hand that lifts us high,
when the weight of the world pulls us low,
it’s the gentle breeze, the clear blue sky,
the warmth in the hearts that glow
In every struggle, in every fall,
grace finds us there, tender and kind,
it’s the voice that answers when we call,
the light that guides the seeking mind
Growth is the bloom of grace’s touch,
a flower in the wild, standing tall,
in its embrace, we learn so much,
we rise, we soar, we give our all
For grace is patient, grace is pure,
it meets us where we are and leads us,
through every challenge, it will endure,
in its wisdom, our spirit feeds
So let us walk with open hearts,
in the garden where grace and growth reside,
in every moment, a new life starts,
and in its beauty, we find our guide
With every step, we come to see,
that grace is the thread that weaves us whole,
in growth, we find our destiny,
and in grace, we find our soul—
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