In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows gently touch the light,
There blooms a love, so pure, so bright,
Guided by faith, shining ever so slight.

Through trials and storms, it finds its way,
A beacon of hope, come what may,
With every prayer, with every plea,
It grows in strength, eternally free.

Bound not by time, nor by space,
It rests in the soul, in God’s grace,
A love that heals, a love that sustains,
In joy, in sorrow, it always remains.

So let us cherish this divine gift,
In every heart, let it uplift,
For in Christian love, we find our call,
A love that unites, a love for all.