The Polish term sybirak (plural: sybiracy) is synonymous to the Russian counterpart sibiryak (a dweller of Siberia). It generally refers to all people resettled to Siberia, but more specifically it refers to Poles who have been imprisoned or exiled to Siberia and even to those sent to Arctic Russia and Kazakhstan in the 1940s.
Russian and Soviet authorities exiled many Poles to Siberia, starting with the 18th-century opponents of the Russian Empire's increasing influence in the Polish–Lithuanian Commonwealth (most notably the members of the Bar Confederation of 1768-1772).
After Russian penal law changed in 1847, exile and penal labor (katorga) became common penalties for participants in national uprisings within the Russian Empire. This led to sending an increasing number of Poles to Siberia for katorga, they became known as Sybiraks. Some of them remained there, forming a Polish minority in Siberia. Most of them came from the participants and supporters of the November Uprising of 1830-1831 and of the January Uprising of 1863-1864, from the participants of the 1905-1907 unrest and from the hundreds of thousands of people deported in the Soviet invasion of Poland in 1939.
Making excuses because I'm just a man
Making excuses for my fallen stand
Wanting more than what is really my share
Taking more than what I can bare
I can not see, I've lost my way
Making excuses day after day
But I see Your hand, and I see Your smile
I feel Your presence at every extra mile
You call my name when I walk away
You search my heart day by day
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Every where I go You are there
Every step I take You always show that Your care
What I don't deserve You give me more than my share
Your loving touch shows me You are always there
Wordly values seek my searching mind
Taking Your time and making it fit mine
Living how I want for others that are seeing
Hoping they will like this
I can not see, I've lost my way
Making excuses day after day
But You touch my heart, and open my eyes
You reach in and fix inside
You lift my burdens so I can walk again
You came to this earth to die for my sins
What I thought I had was nothing
What I have in Christ is more than something
I still struggle throughout His days