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@ Poetstry
2025-06-16 02:55:05
The icon's gaze, a steady grace,
My children sleep, in peaceful space.
But shadows dance, within my soul,
A bitter war, beyond control.
The whispers rise, of what I lack,
A twisted path, a dark attack.
I clutch my cross, and breathe a prayer,
To banish doubt, and still despair.
For I must stand, a light so true,
A **#Fatherhood** strong, for me and you.
Though demons claw, with icy hand,
I seek His **#Grace**, in promised land.
The liturgy, a fading song,
To make me whole, where I went wrong.
Forgive, restore, and make me whole,
Protect my house, protect my soul.