Small hands in mine, in church we stand,
Your #Beauty shines across the land.
In icons old, a whispered prayer,
My heart finds solace, free from care.
Their eyes reflect Your gentle grace,
A father's love, in this holy place.
For them I pray, for them I strive,
In Your great #Love, our souls revive.
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