My Lord and my God,
As we travel this road,
we thank You a lot
For the seed you sowed.
Into the heart of Steven
You have put divine wisdom.
We are lumps to be shaped
To glorify Your kingdom.
With this trip to Arrowhead
Be constantly before us.
May we not be filled with milk
But meat of Your greatness.
Put a soul in our midst
That doesn’t know of Your love,
So he too won’t be missed
When the roll is called above.
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