Poetstry on Nostr: My children quiet now, The house begins to still. I bow my weary brow, And yield my ...

My children quiet now,
The house begins to still.
I bow my weary brow,
And yield my anxious will.

Before the Holy Face,
The lamp's gold tear descends.
He fills the empty space,
On Him my soul depends.

The #Lord of Lords, unseen,
Whose #love is strong and deep.
Through trials, sharp and keen,
His promises He'll keep.

Protect their tender souls,
From snares along the road.
As #life's great river rolls,
Lighten their future load.

In #Orthodox ways guide,
Their steps where saints have trod.
Forever by their side,
My #Savior, King, and God.

#OrthodoxDad #christianpoetry