When fragile hearts in shadowed valleys roam,
And vulnerability lays bare their need,
Christ calls us to extend His love, His home,
To shield the weak with tender care and deed.

His cross, a beacon bright, reveals the way—
Compassion flows where human frailties cry.
No soul too broken, lost, or gone astray,
For Jesus’ mercy lifts the low to high.

Our hands, His hands, must cradle those who fall,
Our hearts, His heart, beat for the least of these.
In serving them, we answer heaven’s call,
And find His grace in acts of selfless peace.

So let our lives reflect His holy light,
Protecting all who tremble in the night.