In the quiet hush of winter’s embrace,
We stand at the threshold of a promised grace.
Whispers of hope in the shadowy night,
Awaiting the dawn’s gentle, golden light.

Candles flicker in the soft, tender glow,
Each flame a reminder of what we know.
In the stillness, hearts softly ignite,
With dreams woven in the fabric of night.

Through the long corridors of time we tread,
With faith as our guide, where angels have led.
Each moment a step, each breath a prayer,
In Advent’s embrace, we find solace there.

As stars adorn the dark velvet sky,
Our spirits lift, our hopes reach high.
In the waiting, a promise is born,
A new life, a new dawn, in the morn.