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An Artful Grace
In the radiant glow of the final trial, the Orthodox Church doth blaze, A finest incense, wafts in the air, relieving souls in liberating ways, Bestowing man new realms, on which he may ascend,
To heights unseen, where spirit and essence blend.
It lends to joy and sorrow, an artful grace, To freedom’s flight, and captivity’s embrace, Its presence graces life and even death,
A symphony that echoes, with every breath.
Amidst the storms that rage upon life’s sea, The Church stands firm, unwavering and free, Liturgical depths, untouched, serene, Unruffled by the tempest, fierce and keen.
The breadth and depth of this celestial domain, A vast, open ocean, untouched by disdain, Though swells may surge, turbulent and grand, They only serve to purify the land.
The “ozone” of health and courage does it yield, To strengthen weary hearts on life’s battlefield, With each trial faced, its essence is revealed, An eternal sanctuary, forever sealed.
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