In the heart of the storm, where the wild winds roar, May my witness be love, opening every door. A beacon that shines through the darkest night, A tender embrace when nothing seems right.
Amidst the clamor, where conflicts deploy, May my witness be peace, a serene envoy. A river that flows past boulders and fray, Softening edges in its gentle sway.
When shadows gather, and joys seem to cloy, May my witness be joy, not easily destroyed. A laughter that echoes over valleys deep, A light in my eyes, forever to keep.
In every trial, every hardship, every ploy, May love, peace, and joy be my employ. A testament written in life’s tough soil, Seeds of grace in the hardest toil.
