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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