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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.

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