In the quiet whispers of the nightâs serene,
Where shadows dance and stars gleam bright,
Faith and hope, like twin beacons, are seen,
Guiding souls through the darkest of plight.
When tempest roars and doubts arise,
In the heart, a gentle flame persists,
A promise of dawn beneath the skies,
Faith and hope in unyielding trysts.
The weary traveler, lost in despair,
Finds solace in the unseen hand,
With every step, a silent prayer,
Faith and hope in lifeâs vast land.
Through trials faced and battles fought,
In every tear and joyous scope,
Two virtues hold all dreams sought,
In the embrace of faith and hope.