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From Grandfather, now watches me.

A legacy of faith and grace,

Etched deep within this sacred space.

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Where ancient hymns are sung aloud.

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Embracing what their fathers saw.

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Whispering each beloved name.

A bond unbreakable, so true,

#Tradition's heart beats in all we do.

Though worldly winds may rage and blow,

Our roots run deep, where true love grows.

I pray they'll keep this faith they're shown,

And pass it on, when I am gone.

#OrthodoxWay, a guiding star,

To lead them safely, near and far.

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