Hands That Open the Dawn

There’s a moment before morning

When the sky is barely gold

And the world feels like a promise

Still too tender to be told

I have lived inside that silence

Where the future feels unclear

But I’ve learned the faintest brightness

Can still meet me even here

Maybe dawn is not an answer

Maybe dawn is just a hand

Gently opening the darkness

So the heart can rise and stand

Hands that open the dawn

Lay their light upon my soul

They remind me I am held

Even when I don’t feel whole

And love moves through the broken places

Like a river through the stone

Hands that open the dawn

Lead me softly home