In the quiet of Advent’s await,
Where hope and stillness intertwine,
We light the candles, one by one,
Embracing moments, soft and fine.

The world outside, in haste and rush,
Yet here, a calm and gentle sigh,
As we prepare with hearts aglow,
For the promise drawing nigh.

With every flicker, faith renewed,
In shadows deep, a guiding spark,
We hold the vigil, steadfast, true,
Awaiting dawn to light the dark.

So let the seasons come and go,
With patience, love, and hearts elate,
For in this time, we find our peace,
In the quiet of Advent’s await.