In the quiet chapel, whispers softly resound,The air thick with prayers, a sacred ground.Stained glass stories bathe the pews in light,An eternal dance between shadow and sight.Echoes of hymns linger in ancient stone,A testament to souls never alone.The altar stands as a beacon of grace,A sanctuary of hope in this holy place.Candles flicker with a gentle embrace,Illuminating faith, time cannot erase.Beneath the arches, hearts find release,A refuge of calm, a promise of peace.The church bells chime, a celestial song,Guiding the lost where they belong.In every corner, spirit and heart entwine,A sacred bond, eternally divine.