A melody rising through all life’s days.
Soft whispers of hope, or jubilant cries,
A harmony soaring to infinite skies.

Each heart sings a tune, unique and sincere,
Shaped by its journey, its trials, its tears.
For prayers are as varied as stars in the night,
Yet all find their way to the Source of light.

In joy or in sorrow, in love or despair,
Praise is the answer, the soul’s silent prayer.
A chorus of faith, in countless ways,
Uniting us all in a symphony of praise.

Created by
MarkWaldrop