In the chapel’s gentle glow, Beneath the nave’s eternal arc, Voices merge in whispered flow, Hopes igniting from a spark. Supple pages, lists unfurled, Guide their hearts in sacred quest, Plans for sermons, deeds unfurled, Kindness shared, their humble best. A tapestry of dreams they weave, Of Sunday’s grace, of service bright, For a community that learns to cleave, To love’s embrace, in morning light. Here, decisions softly rise, Like hymns that soar with steady wings, In faith’s deep well, where wisdom lies, Unity in hallowed rings.