In the whispers of the night, a gentle voice is heard,
Speaking of faith, a beacon in the darkest hour,
It guides us through the storm, unwavering, unfaltering,
A light that shines within, forever enduring.
Hope rises with the dawn, a promise of tomorrow,
It lifts our weary souls, from depths of sorrow,
A dream that carries us, through trials and tribulations,
A force that moves, relentless in its aspirations.
Love, the greatest gift, binds hearts and souls,
It heals and mends, making broken pieces whole,
In its embrace, we find solace and strength,
A bond that stretches, beyond lifeâs breadth and length.
Together, faith, hope, and love, a trinity divine,
They guide us through the ages, transcending space and time,
In their essence, we find lifeâs true meaning,
A journey of the heart, ever deepening, ever revealing.