Divine church Repair

Divine church Repair

In the gentle dawn, 'neath the brightening sky,

A humble chapel stands, with a weary sigh.

Its windows are cloudy, its doors creak with age,

Yet whispers of hope turn each worn page.

Once filled with laughter, now silence remains,

The echoes of worship gently float through the strains.

But hearts of the faithful, with spirits so bright,

Gather together, led forth by the light.

"Show us the way," they kneel down and pray,

"Lord, bless this chapel; let hope find its sway."

With faith as their anchor and love as their guide,

They listen for whispers, in God they confide.

Through cracks in the walls, warmth begins to rise,

A promise of healing, a glimpse of the skies.

With hands that are calloused from work in His name,

They emerge with a vision, ignited by flame.

Brick by brick, they restore what was lost,

Building a future, no matter the cost.

A fresh coat of paint, a song in the air,

As laughter and prayer fill the chapel's repair.

So let it be known, in this sacred space,

God’s love has transformed, with each tender grace.

From rubble to refuge, His presence we find,

In every repair, a miracle designed.

The chapel now blooms, a testament true,

To faith and to hope, and the strength of the few.

For in every heart, a divine light will grow,

As they gather together; in His love, they’ll sow.