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About the eleventh hour, Came a strong man of valor, Who came so meek and mild, With inner, unending power. His time was in an age, When Satan’s forces would rage, To take down the generation, Chosen to mark the day. Along came a beloved child to him, Paramount in fighting the evil wild, Who would need a stable root to stem, And help to shape and save his life. This man does everything he can, With so much good to give, Bringing honor to his family's plan, Living to serve, and freely forgive. I am this man, whom walks with God, Holding His hand, following His plan. It’s now our time, to affirm our all in all, By obedience, to His every command. I forever give all things gratefully, Back to our Father in Heaven, Who graciously gives so bountifully, As the miracle in the bread of life, the leaven. I would not have this role, were it not for my goodly mother, Who sacrificed unto no end, to save our family’s soul. We are eternally blessed by her, like no other, Because with God’s perfect love, He saves us in whole.

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