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@ Poetstry
2025-06-14 14:55:06
A babe's soft hand, a whispered plea,
My #faith, a light for them to see.
Through trials dark, a father's plight,
God's #Grace, a beacon burning bright.
The icon's gaze, a gentle guide,
In every tear, where love does hide.
The Sunday bells, a sacred sound,
On hallowed, consecrated ground.
My children kneel, their spirits soar,
#Prayers whispered to Heaven's door.
In their sweet smiles, a holy sign,
A father's heart, entwined with thine.
Though shadows fall, and sorrows sting,
His boundless love, a song to sing.
I hold them close, my precious few,
And trust in God, in all I do.
#OrthodoxChristian #Fatherhood