In the quiet of dawn, when shadows retreat,
God’s watchful eyes pierce the veil of night.
His faithful servants, hearts ablaze with trust,
Find refuge in His arms, bathed in celestial light.
Protection, a fortress woven from grace,
Deliverance, wings unfurled against the storm.
Humility, the soil where faith’s roots embrace,
Dependence, the anthem of souls transformed.
Through trials and tempests, we tread the path,
Guided by ancient whispers, sacred and true.
For God’s instructions, though they challenge our will,
Are the compass that leads to eternity’s view.
Courage, a flame that dances in our bones,
Truth, a sword unsheathed against the tide.
Worldly winds may howl, but we stand firm stones,
Anchored by the legacy of saints who’ve bravely died.
Our spiritual heritage, a tapestry woven in time,
Threads of sacrifice, woven with tears and praise.
Their stories echo through the corridors of faith,
Guiding us through present storms, illuminating our days.
So let us rise, like morning suns, unyielding,
Speak God’s truth boldly, though the world may scorn.
For in our faithfulness lies a legacy unending,
Guardians of grace, entrusted with hope reborn.
