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@ Poetstry
2025-05-04 23:55:10
He sleeps so sound, my little son,
Beneath the icon's gaze.
I trace the cross, the race He won,
Through life's uncertain maze.
That sacrifice, that endless grace,
For souls He came to mend.
I see it in this sleeping face,
A love that has no end.
My heart's raw fear, my deep desire,
To shield them from all harm.
He walked through pain, through trial by fire,
And holds us in His arm.
So nightly prayers ascend to Him,
My Lord, my Strength, my Guide.
Keep watch until the morning's dim,
With #Heaven by my side.
His #mercy shines, a steady ray,
On Father and on child.
He lights our path, come what may,
On plains or mountains wild.