The candles flicker in the silent night,
Hope and peace in their gentle light.
We wait with hearts both young and old,
For the story of love to be retold.

The winter wind whispers through the trees,
A promise carried on the breeze.
In every star that lights the sky,
We see the days of wonder nigh.

Our hearts prepare, our spirits yearn,
For the coming of the One we learn.
In stillness, we find our place,
In the quiet of Advent’s embrace.

With every dawn, a new hope born,
In every dusk, a world reborn.
We wait with joy, we wait with grace,
For the light to fill this holy space.