Sainthood By the Power of God Alone

In the wondrous light that breaks the dawn;
In every heart where love is drawn
to His whispers called in sacred grace,
awakening us to our true place.

With faith as strong as mountain stone,
I walk upon this path, but not alone.
Yet, in my heart, His Spirit is always there
whenever I am burdened with fleshly care.

Through trials faced and shadows cast,
His strength shall guide me so my fears won't last.
When doubt's dark veil draws near my sight,
He shines like the brightest star in the endless night.

In kindness sown like seeds in spring,
each act of love is a never-ending offering.
Saints in waiting, we rise renewed,
With hearts ablaze, our spirits are true.

Embracing the broken with tender hands,
He transforms His own from demonic lands.
For mercy flows like rivers wide,
while every tear and pain shall subside.

Our great Creator, the Source Divine,
worked through ancient scrolls and sacred signs.
He breathed life from the earth and dust.
Because of His love, we learned to trust.

The weak grow strong within His gaze.
The lost find light within His ways.
For in life's dance of hope and pain,
Through His strength, we can start again.

With His kindness poured, mercy has spread;
In hearts that are awakened from the dead.
Through our service rendered day by day,
We gain our strength while He shows the way.