In the quiet hall where echoes sing,
The ancient hymns of ages past,
The light through stained glass softly rings,
A sanctuary built to last.

Beneath the vaulted ceiling’s grace,
The whispers of old prayers arise,
Like shadows cast by candle’s face,
A testament that never dies.

The pews, worn smooth by countless souls,
Bear witness to the hopes and fears,
Of those who sought to be made whole,
Through joy and sorrow, smiles and tears.

Here in this sacred, hallowed space,
The heart finds solace, spirit rest,
In faith’s embrace, a warm embrace,
Within these walls, we find our best.