The #voice begins, a holy sound,

On sacred, ancient, blessed ground.

It stills the mind, it calms the #heart,

A #healing balm, set well apart.

I watch my #children, hushed and still,

Their young souls drinking, by God's will.

The notes ascend, a quiet plea,

For #grace, for strength, for them, for me.

It carries burdens, lifts the #soul,

And makes the broken spirit whole.

A #father's #prayer, in chanted tone,

For #truth to guide them, safely known.

In humble #church, where #icons gaze,

We walk the ancient #Orthodox ways.

The #chant our breath, our whispered #faith,

Against the world, from hell and death.

#OrthodoxDad #ChurchLife