God Speed

When all else failed,

Friend to foe, oar to knife

And I wailed painfully in strife.

You heard my cries

You did rise.

Accused, Abused, my demise

You saw to it, otherwise,

A plan no mortal can plan,

No mind can master

I learned to fight,

And move a little faster,

And, on that day, indeed

Not mine, But God’s speed.

 

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