In the quiet of the night, faith softly speaks,
Through shadows and whispers, it gently seeks.
A promise of dawn in the darkest hour,
Faith blooms like an eternal flower.

Hope rises with the morning sun,
A beacon of light, a race yet to be won.
Through trials and storms, it steadies the course,
An unwavering guide, an unseen force.

Faith holds the heart when the world is unkind,
A silent prayer within the mind.
It binds the soul with threads unseen,
A tapestry of dreams yet to be gleaned.

Hope sings a song of brighter days,
Lifting spirits in gentle ways.
With faith as its anchor, it sets us free,
To embrace the future, to let it be.