In silent nights, I hear a call,
A whisper soft, yet clear to all,
Through shadows deep, and doubts that fall,
A guiding star, beyond the thrall.
The sacred texts, on pages old,
Speak truths of love, and hearts of gold,
Through stories told, in voices bold,
A timeless grace, for souls consoled.
In moments lost, when spirits wane,
A prayer is cast, to soothe the pain,
With faith in hearts, we break the chain,
And find our way, to peace again.
The light divine, within us all,
A beacon bright, that will not fall,
Through every storm, and every squall,
We stand as one, both great and small.