In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where stars twinkle with gentle might,
Faith blooms like a timeless tree,
Rooted deep, setting the soul free.

Hope dances in the morning’s glow,
A tender promise, soft and slow,
Guiding dreams with wings so wide,
Across the vast and endless tide.

In moments where shadows may creep,
Faith holds strong, a promise to keep,
Embracing the light, casting away fears,
A beacon that shines through the years.

Hope sings with a voice so bright,
Lifting spirits to soaring height,
Together with faith, hand in hand,
They paint new dreams across the land.