In the hallowed halls where silence reigns,
With stained glass whispers and wooden pews,
A sacred calm through every vein,
The church breathes ancient, holy news.
Beneath the arches, shadows dance,
With flickering candles, prayers ignite,
Each soul here comes to take a chance,
To find in darkness, a guiding light.
Choirs sing with voices pure,
Their hymns ascend to heavenâs gate,
In every note, a hope so sure,
That love and grace will conquer fate.
The sacred sanctuary stands,
A beacon in the night so vast,
Embracing all with open hands,
A timeless refuge, built to last.