I have sought your face,
And you came in your pace,
Gradually revealing the mandate,
But I feared for I thought I was a cadets,
I hid for I thought I was not fit.
But right now I am at your feet,
To accept the responsibility,
Lift me to the stage of ability,
Teach me the craft of publicity,
I accept to do it.
…keep on the good works
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