In the quiet of the morning light,
Where shadows meet the dawn,
A whisper of faith takes flight,
Guiding hearts that have withdrawn.

Amidst the trials and endless night,
A beacon softly glows,
With every step towards the light,
A deeper love it shows.

In sacred halls where prayers are laid,
A symphony of grace,
Each soul in reverence, unafraid,
Finds solace in this place.

Through valleys dark and mountains high,
The spirit’s journey flows,
In every plea, in every sigh,
The boundless mercy grows.