Forget not those of your own blood,
The living and the ones who've passed.
Pray in the morning for the living.
And before sleep, for souls who've passed.
There are no sinless! Only God is!
And so we pray our sins away —
Our family's, and those gone before.
Pray for them all — for them it's grace.
The souls of the departed hear
When the living call their names to mind,
When they ask God with humble prayer
For their dear souls a home to find!
So it will be with everyone.
Know this: the hour comes for us too —
We'll be eternal in God's Kingdom,
Waiting for our children's prayers anew!
Remembering Our Own
© Copyright: Даниил Ризаев, 2026
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