In the quiet whispers of the night,
When shadows dance and fears ignite,
Faith stands as a sentinel bold,
A warmth in the dark, a hand to hold.

Through storms that rage and winds that cry,
Faith lifts the weary, bids them fly,
Beyond the clouds, to skies anew,
Where dreams are painted in shades of blue.

In the heart’s deepest, secret place,
Faith plants its roots with gentle grace,
An unseen thread, yet strong and true,
Weaving hope in all we pursue.

With every step, with every breath,
Faith guides us through life’s dance with death,
A quiet strength, a steadfast friend,
A promise kept, until the end.