In shadows deep, where silence weeps,
A veil of mystery softly creeps.
Bound by threads of fear and doubt,
It shields the heart from truth devout.

Yet on this day, with skies so gray,
A trembling hush begins to sway.
For in the tempest's wild embrace,
The veil is torn, revealing grace.

A sacrifice, profound and pure,
Upon the cross, redemption sure....