In the gentle hush of night,
Faith whispers softly in the dark,
A beacon glowing, ever bright,
Guiding hearts with a tender spark.
Through shadows cast by doubt and fear,
Her voice like rain on barren ground,
She weaves a hope that draws us near,
In every lost soul, faith is found.
The stars above, they watch and gleam,
As silent witnesses to grace,
Faith blooms within a fragile dream,
A steadfast light in endless space.
In every dawn, her promise new,
With every step, her strength we trace,
Faith, a bond that holds us true,
A gentle hand in life’s embrace.