In the quiet dawn, the church stands tall,
A beacon of hope, a refuge for all.
Whispered prayers in the sacred halls,
Rise like incense, as grace softly falls.

Beneath the arches, shadows dance,
Illuminated by the sun’s first glance.
Stained glass windows, a kaleidoscope of light,
Paint stories of faith, in colors so bright.

Echoes of hymns, ancient and new,
Mingle with the morning dew.
Each note, a testament of love,
Ascending to the heavens above.

In every pew, a soul finds peace,
In silent prayer, worries cease.
The church, a sanctuary divine,
Where hearts and spirits intertwine.