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A whispered prayer through passing days.

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Protecting them with endless #Love.

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Through storms where doubt and fears reside.

A father's task, a heavy weight,

To lead them to the narrow #Gate.

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Reflecting truth, dispelling night.

I pray He grants them wisdom's grace,

To see His image in each face.

My trembling hope, my fervent plea,

That they in #Christ find liberty.

And when my earthly race is run,

May they proclaim, "Thy will be done."

#OrthodoxWay #Fatherhood

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