In the cradle of trust, hope finds its wings,
Babies show the reality of heavenly things.
We are the stewards in God’s gentle embrace,
To show them God’s Garden, His sacred space.
In this world, disciples rise and strive,
In good times and bad, faith is alive.
As blessings bloom, we guard our souls,
Neither worry nor strife will take its toll.
When shadows fall and times are tough,
God’s children develop roots enough,
To find the water from the River of Life,
To sustain their spirits through every strife.
God’s Spirit creates heroes of the faith,
Bold and free from sin’s disgrace
For His children to grow and engage,
God’s created design is the perfect stage.
A message of hope, a light to share,
To the ends of the earth, we declare,
That each soul holds indescribable worth,
Reflections of heaven here on earth.
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