In the purple haze of a dawning sky, The life of Jesus whispers soft and nigh. Compassion rides on gentle, unseen wings, A melody of grace that mercy sings. For children bent with hunger's silent plea, His charity unfolds, wide as the sea. In classrooms bare, with hope scarce-laden down, He lifts their gaze, transforms each face's frown. An empty stomach, yet a soul fulfilled, By love’s embrace and wisdom softly spilled. In shadows deep, His light reflects, unfurled, A beacon vast, sustaining all the world.