Quiet Grace

Verse 1

In the hush of woven light,

Where the burdens slip from sight,

A soul lies down, no need to prove—

Wrapped in grace, it learns to move.

Verse 2

A pillow cradles dreams once worn,

A toy beside the heart reborn.

No crown, no quest, no war to fight—

Just sacred breath and softened night.

Chorus

Self-care is not a whispered plea,

It’s the robe of quiet dignity.

Not a luxury, not delay—

It’s the altar where we pray.

Verse 3

The world may spin, the fires may call,

But rest is not retreat—it’s all.

The strength to rise, the will to stay,

Is born in silence, day by day.

Bridge

Let the kitten teach the man,

To lay down pride, to understand—

That healing comes in gentle ways,

In stillness, not in praise.

Final Chorus

Self-care is not a whispered plea,

It’s the robe of quiet dignity.

Not a luxury, not delay—

It’s the altar where we pray.

Outro

So sleep, dear soul, and let it be—

The quiet grace that sets you free.