In the silence of the hallowed halls,
Where whispers of the past softly call,
The echoes of prayers linger still,
In sacred spaces, hearts to fill.

Underneath the vaulted sky,
Stained glass stories pass us by,
Light dances through each colored pane,
Casting hope, easing pain.

The choir’s hymn, a gentle balm,
Resounding peace, a sacred calm,
Candles flicker in solemn grace,
Illuminating this holy place.

Here in the church, time stands still,
Souls find shelter, hearts to heal,
Amidst these walls, we find our way,
Guided by faith, night and day.