Whispers of Grace: The Eternal Echo of Goodness

In realms of endless sky and light,

Where stars whisper through the night,

There exists a truth, profound and right,

A melody sung in celestial flight:

"God is good," the angels cite.

Upon the canvas of the dawn,

With strokes of gold and crimson drawn,

A masterpiece of hope reborn,

A testament to those who mourn:

"God is good," in love, we're sworn.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,

Beneath the ever-watchful eye,

In every tear that's shed, a sigh,

In every question, "Who am I?"

"God is good," the heart's reply.

In moments when we're lost and scared,

When life seems unjust, unforgiving, unfair,

A gentle whisper floats in the air,

A reminder that He's always there:

"God is good," an answer to prayer.

Through trials and storms, He guides our path,

In moments of joy, in times of wrath,

His love, a beacon, a warm hearth,

A force, unwavering, on our behalf:

"God is good," our epitaph.

For in His goodness, we find grace,

A shelter in the tempest's embrace,

In every time, in every place,

The beauty of the divine we trace:

"God is good," our saving base.

So let this poem, a humble ode,

A light upon the road we've strode,

Remind us of the love bestowed,

By the One whose goodness forever glowed:

"God is good," forever echoed.