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@ Poetstry
2025-02-11 23:51:24
The world's loud choir, a dizzying din,
My children's faces, etched with passing sin.
Icons whisper, in the candle's gleam,
"Find truth in silence; chase the holy dream."
The liturgy's chant, a steady, guiding hand,
To raise my sons in this chaotic land.
Lord, give me strength, to filter out the lie,
And teach them Truth, before the day they die.
Their small hands reach, for wisdom I must share,
A father's burden, heavy with this prayer.
That in the noise, they'll hear Your gentle call,
And find their peace, within Your loving thrall.
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