A whispered tale, for sleepy eyes,
Of saints and #Sacrifice, 'neath ancient skies.
From Christ's own blood, a river flowed,
A Church was born, a path bestowed.

Through ages dark, a flickering light,
Icons gleam, in darkest night.
My father taught, his father too,
The chants we sing, forever true.

The incense swirls, a holy grace,
On children's hearts, leaves its embrace.
From Byzantium's dome, to frozen lands,
We hold the cross, in faithful hands.

Though empires fall, and sorrows sting,
The Paschal hymn, our souls take wing.
For in this faith, our family stands,
#Eternity held, in loving hands.
#OrthodoxChristian #Tradition