In the hush of ancient stone,
Where light through stained glass falls,
Echoes of whispered prayers,
Dance beneath the hallowed calls.

Candles flicker in solemn grace,
Shadows play on weathered pews,
Souls gather in silent embrace,
Seeking solace in sacred hues.

The choir’s hymn, a gentle wave,
Lifts the weary hearts to soar,
Each note a soothing balm,
On the wings of hope, we explore.

In the embrace of gilded light,
Faith weaves its timeless thread,
Binding hearts in unity,
Where love and peace are gently spread.