Within the ancient hallowed hall, where whispers meet the light,
The stained glass windows tell the tales of angels in their flight.
The pews, they hold the memories of prayers both loud and still,
And hearts that come with burdens, find peace upon this hill.

The echoes of the choir, a symphony of grace,
They rise and fall like morning mist, filling every space.
The sacred candles flicker, their flames a gentle plea,
For hope and love and mercy, in this sanctuary.

The steeple reaches skyward, a finger pointing to the stars,
Reminding every passerby of heaven’s gates ajar.
The bells that toll at twilight, their chimes a solemn call,
Invite the soul to ponder, and on the Lord to fall.

So gather in this haven, where faith and love abide,
Let the spirit lift you, and in His arms confide.
For in the church, a refuge, a place where hearts unite,
We find a deeper meaning, and walk within the light.