Once it was said that he had about him
The humble smell of forest firs;
And once amidst those firs he built
A church which now stands large and great,
Rooted and established in
The truth of love, the three-in-one.
And with the fall and rise of many
Empires and their architects,
It remains. Though tyrants rage,
Its roots hold firm, bear witness to
The strongest kingdom which grows from
A mustard seed in soil.
(Note: “Troitzka” can be translated as “Trinity”.)