In the quiet hours of my need,
You are the hands that plant the seed
Of strength, of care, of steady grace,
A light that brightens every space.
Your patience flows like rivers wide,
A gentle current by my side.
Through every task, both great and small,
You lift me up; you catch my fall.

My path is winding, steep, and long,
A journey sung in a quiet song.
With every step, I’ve come to see,
There’s beauty in a life like me.