He knew his voice,
Could have made and selected...
Other choices.
In a way he could not say...
To those putting obstacles,
Onto his path to delay...
And him betrayed.
But he prayed everyday,
For clarity and faith...
To guide his movement,
Every step of the way.
And his direction and voice,
Became strengthened...
As he rejoiced.
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