Morning light spills through stained glass,
As His love seeps into shadowed halls.
I am small beneath these ancient walls,
Yet held completely as moments pass.

Grace flows like rivers from mountain peaks,
Threading through valleys of doubt and fear.
When storms cloud all that I hold dear,
His presence is the peace I seek.

Each dawn brings mercy fresh as dew,
Divine drops of heaven’s care.
In silent prayer, I find Him there,
Making every broken spirit new.

Time dances through cathedral beams,
Rainbow fragments on weathered stone.
I am never truly alone—
His love outshines my wildest dreams.

So let me rest in this sacred space,
Where faith and wonder intertwine.
My heart, once lost, now realigned,
Wrapped in God’s infinite embrace.

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