In the quiet halls of silence, echoes reside,
Where shadows of sermons softly collide.
Prayers whispered in the darkened night,
A heart searching for the sacred light.

Bound by chains of ancient creed,
In the garden of belief, a soul in need.
Questions bloom like untamed flowers,
In the shadow of the steeple’s towers.

Promises of salvation, a double-edged sword,
Carved in the heart, a silent accord.
Tears fall like rain from a stormy sky,
In the sanctuary where spirits fly.

Healing in the dawn of a new tomorrow,
A journey through the valley of borrowed sorrow.
In the tapestry of faith, threads of pain,
Yet hope rises like the morning rain.