In a land of ancient lore,
Lived twelve apostles, oh so pure.
With hearts as bright as stars above,
They spread kindness and love.
Apostles twelve, in the light divine,
Guiding hearts with grace so fine.
With each step, a lesson to impart,
In their journey, they'd never depart.
Through the valleys, deep and wide,
They'd walk with faith, side by side.
With each village that they'd roam,
They'd bring hope, like a comforting home.
Apostles twelve, in the light divine,
Guiding hearts with grace so fine.
With each step, a lesson to impart,
In their journey, they'd never depart.
In the stories that they'd share,
They'd show that love's always there.
With every word, they'd spread the light,
In the darkness, shining bright.
Lived twelve apostles, oh so pure.
With hearts as bright as stars above,
They spread kindness and love.
Apostles twelve, in the light divine,
Guiding hearts with grace so fine.
With each step, a lesson to impart,
In their journey, they'd never depart.
Through the valleys, deep and wide,
They'd walk with faith, side by side.
With each village that they'd roam,
They'd bring hope, like a comforting home.
Apostles twelve, in the light divine,
Guiding hearts with grace so fine.
With each step, a lesson to impart,
In their journey, they'd never depart.
In the stories that they'd share,
They'd show that love's always there.
With every word, they'd spread the light,
In the darkness, shining bright.