In the quiet whispers of the night,
Faith emerges, a beacon of light.
Through shadows and doubts, it stands tall,
Guiding hearts, answering the call.

Hope, a gentle breeze in spring,
Promises of what life may bring.
In every tear and every sigh,
It lifts us up, helps us fly.

Love, the purest of them all,
Breaks down barriers, answers the call.
In every touch and every glance,
It teaches us, gives us a chance.

Together they weave a tapestry fine,
Of dreams fulfilled and moments divine.
In faith, hope, and love we find our way,
Through stormy nights and bright, clear days.