In the quiet halls of ancient stone,
Where whispers of the past are sown,
The light through stained glass softly glows,
As time in sacred silence slows.

Beneath the arching, vaulted skies,
The murmured prayers begin to rise,
In every corner, shadows dance,
We find in faith a second chance.

The hymns of old, with voices clear,
Resound within the nave so dear,
Each note a bridge to realms above,
A symphony of endless love.

And as the candles flicker bright,
Guiding souls through darkest night,
In this church, our spirits mend,
Finding peace that knows no end.