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Small hands, a candle's gentle glow,

Before the #Icons, lessons grow.

Of saints and #Sacrifice, a whispered plea,

"Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy me."

Their eyes, like wells, absorb the light,

From #Liturgy's dance, both dark and bright.

A seed I sow, with trembling hand,

In fertile soil of promised land.

Will earthly storms their faith erode?

Will seeds take root along life's road?

I pray they stand, though tempests rage,

And find solace on each holy page.

A father's hope, a fragile thing,

To see them soar on eagles' wing.

And when, at last, their journey's done,

To hear them whisper, "Thy will be done."

#OrthodoxDad #Faith

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To wing.

And I the trembling a glow,

Before along done."

#OrthodoxDad #Faith

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A candle's whisper, hear land.

Will a their me."

Their they page.

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And light,

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I dance, life's at #Icons, thing,

To on plea,

"Lord and