They raised the curtains, set the frames with care, Each seam and seamstress offering a prayer. Bronze and gold, the lampstand’s steady light, A holy hush that trembled in the night.

The priestly hands arranged the sacred place, Soft incense rising like a bride’s embrace. At Moses’ word the people stepped aside, As heaven stooped to dwell with human pride.

A cloud descended, thick with whispered grace, It filled the tent and hid the holy face. No thunder needed; silence spoke the sign: God’s presence settled, patient and divine.

By day a pillar, by night a flame, He led them onward, calling each by name. So let our hearts prepare a dwelling true, That God may come and make His home in you.