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@ Poetstry
2025-03-12 01:55:08
Small hands in mine, to church we tread,
Where icons gleam, and prayers are said.
The King of Kings, on holy stand,
He guides my boy, in this dear land.
My son, my life, my hope, my fear,
To know His love, and hold it near.
Through changing years, and trials deep,
In Christ's embrace, our souls to keep.
The Pascha light, a burning sign,
His endless grace, forever thine.
In every child, His face we trace,
The King of Kings, in time and space.
#OrthodoxFaith #Fatherhood