Wayne Orr

In the quiet dawn, a whisper stirs,
A gentle call through the rustling furs.
God’s hand reaches down, with love profound,
In every heartbeat, His grace abounds.

Fields of plenty, skies so wide,
He beckons softly, “Come, abide.
In troubled times, when shadows loom,
I offer solace, I bring the bloom.”

From mountain peaks to valleys low,
His blessings flow like rivers’ glow.
Each sunrise paints a sacred hue,
A promise whispered, ever true.

“Return to me,” the heavens plead,
In every heart, let love take seed.
For in our unity, His light will shine,
Reviving spirits with love divine.

Oh, land we cherish, once so bright,
Let’s turn our gaze, seek His light.
In prayer and action, let’s unite,
To guide our country toward what’s right.

He longs to dwell in each embrace,
To weave our lives in boundless grace.
With open hearts, let’s heed the call,
For in His arms, we’ll never fall.

So let us gather, hand in hand,
To sow His love across the land.
With faith renewed, let’s rise and sing,
In every moment, let His blessings spring.