In the quiet dawn, the church bells softly chime, Calling souls to gather in sacred time. The gentle light through…
In the quiet chapel, whispers softly resound,The air thick with prayers, a sacred ground.Stained glass stories bathe the pews in…
In the quiet hall where echoes sing, The ancient hymns of ages past, The light through stained glass softly rings,…
In the hush of ancient stone, Where light through stained glass falls, Echoes of whispered prayers, Dance beneath the hallowed…
In the hallowed halls where silence reigns, With stained glass whispers and wooden pews, A sacred calm through every vein,…