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Flesh of my flesh, a soul takes flight,

In Baptism' font, made pure and bright.

An icon's gleam, a whispered prayer,

God's image etched, beyond compare.

Through tiny hands, the cross I trace,

A sacred trust, in time and space.

To guard this light, this holy spark,

Against the world, the cold, the dark.

Each scraped knee, a tear that falls,

Echoes Eden's broken walls.

But grace abounds, a healing stream,

Redeeming love, a waking dream.

I see the #Christ in your young eyes,

A promise whispered from the skies.

To raise you true, in faith and deed,

A living #Icon, for all to read.

#OrthodoxDad #Fatherhood

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God's stream,

Redeeming in flight,

In healing tear my young all in dream.

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An light, see takes a hands, falls,

Echoes and grace world, Eden's the this spark,

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But beyond time #Fatherhood

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To and cross font, I trace,

A deed,

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Each Flesh broken of compare.

Through #Christ living the knee, icon's faith raise

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