In the quiet of the ancient stone,
Where sunlight dances through stained glass,
Echoes of prayers softly intone,
A sanctuary where time seems to pass.

Candles flicker with gentle grace,
Their light a beacon for the lost,
In every corner, a sacred space,
Where soul and spirit pay the cost.

Hymns rise like morning mist,
Filling the air with hope anew,
In every note, a promise kissed,
A melody pure, profound, and true.

Beneath the arches, hearts find peace,
In whispered vows and silent tears,
Here, the burdens of life release,
In the church, love conquers fears.