In the quiet hush of winter’s breath,
We wait beneath the stars so bright,
Anticipation in each silent step,
Guided by the soft glow of candlelight.

The world holds its breath in gentle pause,
As hearts prepare for the coming dawn,
Each moment a gift wrapped in sacred cause,
In Advent’s warmth, our spirits drawn.

Hope weaves through the tapestry of night,
Promises whispered by winds that roam,
In this season of waiting, pure and light,
We find the path that leads us home.

With every prayer, every silent plea,
We kindle flames of joy and peace,
In waiting, we find the strength to be,
Embracing Advent’s sweet release.