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@ Poetstry
2025-06-08 19:55:06
Small hands, in mine, a sacred trust,
Heirs of grace, from earthly dust.
Icons gleam, a guiding light,
Through childhood's day, and darkest night.
Liturgy's song, a whispered plea,
For hearts to know eternity.
Each bedtime prayer, a hopeful start,
To plant #Virtue deep within their heart.
I watch them grow, with tender fear,
The world's harsh winds, so very near.
But faith's strong roots, I pray they'll find,
And leave no soul behind.
My legacy, not gold or fame,
But love that whispers Jesus' name.
To live His truth, in every deed,
A #Christian life, a planted seed.
#OrthodoxFamily