In the quiet hush of the sacred hall,
Where light through stained glass softly falls,
Echoes of prayers linger in the air,
A sanctuary from worldly despair.

The choir’s hymn, a celestial song,
Lifts spirits high, where they belong,
Each note a bridge to the divine,
Binding hearts in a sacred line.

The wooden pews, old yet strong,
Hold stories of faith, ages long,
Each carved mark a testament,
To lives lived with true intent.

Beneath the steeple’s watchful eye,
Souls find peace, no need to cry,
For in this church, love abides,
A beacon through life’s vast tides.