The church was crowded with lonely souls, while winds swept through its stained-glass windows; An uneasy fog seemed to engulf the faithful, as flickering candles emitted an eerie glow.
The altar dressed entirely in sacred white, now completely enveloped in the misty haze; Each penitent watched as outside grew dark, an oncoming sign of the near-evening's phase.
While asking the Lord in His generosity, to bless everyone and keep them safe; The carillons began ringing a holy chime, emanating peace throughout this saintly place.
Each person then felt like a child of God, songs of angels flowed through the room; When the whole congregation joyfully joined, reaffirming their vows as sweet voices in tune.
What a gift to share in the mystical ways, of the blessed Lord and His most humble flock; Each soulful connection between God and mankind, will remain strong and steadfast as a ticking clock.
We seek benediction when our hope seems lost, yet we're promised the world won't implode; The path to heaven shall awaken our hearts, with new-found courage to travel His honored road.