In the stillness, a breath reshapes.
Through Christ\'s call, we rise anew.
The Spirit whispers, a tender guide.
Old ways falter; new roots deepen.
Eyes once dim now see with clarity,
Hearts softened, molded to reflect love.
Our lives, a vessel for mercy\'s tide,
Carrying hope into shadowed corners.
With each step, a quiet purpose blooms.
Not for self, but for His glory shown,
We speak as though God calls through us,
Bridging the rift, offering hands of peace.
To represent Him—both gift and weight,
Yet joy fills as grace renews our path.
We walk as light where darkness clings,
Bearing Christ’s name where life begins.