In the quiet dawn, the church bells softly chime,
Calling souls to gather in sacred time.
The gentle light through stained glass falls,
Casting colors on the ancient walls.

Here, where whispers linger in the aisles,
Stories of faith unfold in silent smiles.
Candles flicker with a tender glow,
Illuminating paths where spirits flow.

The choir sings with voices pure and bright,
Filling the nave with echoes of divine light.
Prayers ascend like incense in the air,
Carrying hopes and dreams in their silent care.

Amidst the arches high, a peace profound,
Wraps the heart in solace, safe and sound.
In the hush of the sacred, we find our way,
Guided by the love that holds sway.