Beneath the sky so bright and free, Stand churches rich in history. From Kingston’s heart to hills afar, Their stories shine like guiding stars. St. Andrew’s Parish, bold and tall, Its bells once rang a freedom call. The grand St. Jago, firm in grace, Holds echoes of a time and place. In Spanish Town, where past still hums, The Cathedral stands—its presence drums. Kingston Parish, steadfast, strong, Has sung its hymns for ages long. Bath and Lucea, old yet true, Their walls have seen the storms push through. Port Royal’s chapel, near the sea, A guardian where the waves run free. Manchester’s Mandeville, fair and wide, Keeps faith alive with steadfast pride. Trelawny’s Falmouth, standing near, A beacon bright for all who hear. Through every stone and whispered prayer, Their legacies live everywhere. A nation’s faith, both deep and wide, In churches built with love and pride.