Joei Blake and the grow community

In the hush of the morning, when the world’s still asleep,

Joei Blake walks the earth, where the roots run deep.

Not for glory, not for gold,

But for hearts in the cold,

He brings the light where the stories unfold.

With hands that heal and eyes that see,

The strength in love and humility...

Oh Joei Blake, you shine so true,

With a fire that leads us through.

And the Grow Community, standing tall,

Lifting us when we fall.

They don’t seek crowns or worldly fame—

They carry hope in a quiet name.

He speaks like thunder, yet gentle and clear,

With words that silence pain and fear.

Every step, a lesson learned,

Every soul, a bridge unburned,

Teaching the world the love we’ve yearned.

He lifts the low, he hears the still,

A voice of grace, a heart of will...

Oh Joei Blake, you shine so true,

With a fire that leads us through.

And the Grow Community, standing tall,

Lifting us when we fall.

They don’t seek crowns or worldly fame—

They carry hope in a quiet name.

They gather not to boast or preach,

But to live, to love, and gently teach.

Each one a flame, a guiding spark,

Together lighting up the dark...

So when you ask where greatness lies,

Don’t look above to castle skies—

It lives below in hearts that break,

And heal again like Joei Blake...

Oh Joei Blake, you shine so true,

With a fire that leads us through.

And the Grow Community, hand in hand,

Building dreams across this land.

No crowns, no gold, no fleeting fame—

Just quiet love in an eternal name...

Just planting seeds with a gentle hand…

Joei and Grow… will always stand.