In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance with subtle light,
Faith stands tall, a beacon bright,
Guiding souls through endless flight.

Hope rises with the dawn’s embrace,
A promise of a new day’s grace,
Through trials faced and paths we trace,
It lifts us from our darkest place.

Love, the thread that binds us all,
In every rise and every fall,
It answers every heartfelt call,
And holds us firm when we stand tall.

Together, these three shine so clear,
In every joy and every tear,
They conquer doubt, dissolve all fear,
And whisper, “We are always near.”