His Blessings

In the quiet of dawn, where the new day begins,

We count the blessings that his presence brings.

A whisper of grace in the soft morning light,

Guiding our steps through the day and the night.

In the warmth of the sun, in the soft winter’s snow.

In the laughter of children, in the calm of the sea,

In each simple moment, his love we can see.

In trials and triumphs, his hand gently guides,

Through the ebb and the flow, his comfort abides.

So we cherish the gifts, both grand and small,

In his boundless love, we find solace for all.