In the quiet whispers of the morning light,
Faith stands tall, a beacon in the night.
Through shadows deep and stars that gleam,
It guides the heart with a gentle beam.

Hope rises with the sun’s warm embrace,
Painting dreams with colors of grace.
In the darkest hours, it softly sings,
Promising the joy tomorrow brings.

Love, the endless ocean of the soul,
Fills each moment, making us whole.
With every heartbeat, it softly weaves,
A tapestry of joy that never leaves.

Together they dance, a timeless waltz,
In every heartbeat, in every pause.
Faith, Hope, and Love, the sacred three,
Whispering the truth that sets us free.