In the quiet of the soul’s hidden chamber,
A whisper of hope begins to sing,
Soft as the dawn’s first tender light,
Guiding the heart on its fragile wing.

Through shadows that dance in life’s uncertain night,
Faith stands as a vigilant guardian,
Holding the hand of the weary wanderer,
With promises woven from stars and dreams.

When the world turns its back and storms rage fierce,
Faith is the anchor, steadfast and true,
A lighthouse in the tempest’s wild embrace,
Lighting the path with a radiant hue.

In the silence where doubts dare to gather,
Faith’s gentle whisper calms the storm,
An eternal flame in the heart’s sacred space,
Keeping the spirit forever warm.