My Rise To Fame

The ladders by which I shall soar And the uncoursed peaks I must tour, Are set before my gaze; A complex and baffling maze. For this I need my paths well to know: That I'm not the son of a knight, And I was not born with a silver spoon in the mouth Nor did any wise men visit from the east or the south After my lowly birth to Lord's servants meek. I shall through all means known and also those unknown Pierce every opposition and walls of dark; For I'm my Heavenly Father's son, And Him well-pleased with me nothing I shall lack; To me belong all go-downs of silver and gold; Every bit of success is His still, And while sure that this all He shall bestow, I just beg to do His will. It shall astound many my soaring to fame, When devil's cohorts shall labor under spirits lame; And all my beloved friends I shall surprise. I pray this day she be alive my affectionate mum, And my father's departed spirit still with me, Oh! what a wonderful day this shall be! And the Lord who rules by His Omnipotent rod, Shall all His vital mercies afford.