On a winter’s morn, so calm and bright,
Villagers gather in dawn’s soft light.
Through frost and snow, they make their way,
Drawn by the warmth of a holy day.
The church stands tall, its windows glow,
Scenes of grace in colors show.
Biblical tales of peace and love,
Lit from within, a gift from above.
The priest awaits with open arms,
Sharing words that soothe and calm.
He speaks of hope that fills the heart,
Of joy and peace that God imparts.
As Romans tells, may they believe,
And through the Spirit, strength receive.
In faith and hope, they’re gathered near,
In fellowship, there’s no room for fear.
A shepherd guards his flock with care,
While birds above bless the morning air.
An arctic fox in the snow appears,
A witness to the love that conquers fears.
In this quiet scene, all are one,
Bound by the light of the risen Son.
May the God of hope fill each soul anew,
With joy, with peace, with love so true.