رحل للسماء .. صوت صارخ
عن ابونا مكارى يونان 
القس أغسطينوس موريس
عظة اجتماع الشباب 14 1 2022
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كنيسة رئيس الملائكة الجليل ميخائيل - مصطفى كامل الاسكندرية
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عظه رحل للسماء .. صوت صارخ ( عن ابونا مكارى يونان )- للقس أغسطينوس موريس - 14-1-2022 - اجتماع الشباب

ترنيمة في عرس قانا الجليل الشماس بولس ملاك

ألبوم توبني | أبونا موسى رشدي

كان ليا ناس | ألبوم توبني | أبونا موسى رشدي

دي مش مبني سور و حيطان 
جوا كنيستنا راحه امان🫶🏻
علمتنا الايمان
و طول ما انا فيها انا فرحان🫶🏻🫶🏻

اوبريت كنيسة القديسة دميانه بمغاغه🤍

Conquer Yourself - Fr Daoud Lamei اغلب نفسك

ELON-VEN-0290 - Before the Millions

Flowers drawn upon the frozen pane
Someone's breath has left this trace again
Two cups rising steam, side by side they stay
Silent promises on the table lay

Like melting through the coldness in the air
A tiny light is flickering with care
Connected by invisible threads unseen
Morning sun reveals the warmth between

In frozen seasons, flowers still can bloom
With nameless strength that fills the room
Just being there, nothing more to say
The world grows warm and turns its way

Frost pillars cracking at the door
A row of shoes, as if waiting for
Though white breath fades into the sky above
The warmth remains, this quiet love

Like simple days that gently fall like snow
Time silently continues laying low
Words that reach without a single touch
Winter morning holds us close so much

In frozen seasons, flowers still can bloom
With nameless strength that fills the room
Just being there, nothing more to say
The world grows warm and turns its way

In frozen seasons, flowers still can bloom
With nameless strength that fills the room
Just being there, nothing more to say
The world grows warm and turns its way


Winter morning (EN)

City lights beneath a silver moon,
Sharing nights in a quiet tune.
Someone’s voice drifting through the air,
Touches soft and lingers there.

Shadows sway between the towers high,
Footsteps echo dreams that reach and try.
Pulling me back to the place we knew,
Whispers of days we once walked through.

Living means holding the warmth we’re given,
A distant hand, quietly driven.
We keep walking through streets that glow,
Tracing shadows where the night winds go.

Looking up at the same moon tonight,
Me and someone far beyond my sight.
Reaching for the stars that turn above,
Life finds meaning in this quiet love.

Light runs soft along the power lines,
Where past and future slowly align.
A tiny laugh, a voice from there,
Settles in and fills the air.

Rain-kissed streets reflect our glare,
Even shadows speak truths we share.
Deep within, a warmth we left there,
Moonlight calls us through the air.

Living means holding the warmth we’re given,
A distant hand, quietly driven.
We keep walking through streets that glow,
Tracing shadows where the night winds go.

Looking up at the same moon tonight,
Me and someone far beyond my sight.
Reaching for the stars that turn above,
Life finds meaning in this quiet love.

🎵 🌙✨ “unknown” ✨🌙 🎵  
A track that drifts through the quiet seams of the city night.  
Emotions flicker between shadows and light, gaining shape under the silver moon.  
The warmth of someone far away lingers like a voice carried by the wind,  
binding the echoes of the past to the faint outlines of what lies ahead.

It’s a moment where unseen hearts brush against each other 
a fragile sensation the moon brings back each time we look up.


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