In the stillness of the winter’s night,
We wait with hearts both calm and bright.
The candles flicker, shadows fall,
Echoing a promise, a sacred call.

Through the quiet, the silence deep,
Our souls in vigil, dreams they keep.
The world awaits, in hushed repose,
The miracle that time bestows.

Advent whispers through the air,
A tale of hope, a silent prayer.
Each moment passed, a closer step,
To the dawn where light is kept.

With every breath, in every sigh,
We feel the nearing, drawing nigh.
In patient watch, our spirits lift,
Awaiting Advent’s precious gift.