Upon the mount, His words like dew,

A father’s heart, both old and new.

“Be merciful,” the Savior cried,

To sons I teach, with love as guide.

“Blessed are the poor,” in spirit meek,

For earthly gains, I do not seek.

But grace to share, a humble soul,

To reach for Christ, and make us whole.

“Blessed are those who mourn and weep,”

For sins confessed, the soul to keep.

In icons’ gaze, a silent prayer,

For strength to fight, and burdens bear.

“Blessed are the pure,” in heart so bright,

To see their God, in purest light.

Through Liturgy, and ancient rite,

I pray they walk, in truth and light.

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