Just before I pass off, pass on, stretch hands
And hand over battens, not yet, but
To the next in line, like legacy
Battens in rally ran, its your turn
Whispering guidance
And lessons learnt
Take care on this road
It is long and treacherous
But full of hope and beauty
I have lived it, I know it
Suffered in its toil to gain its reward
Like harvest day, fruits in baskets
Bring out your baskets
And be sent blessed
By his goodness, God gracious
Every day shower
God made me, he ordained me
So from the beginning I was destined
To be greater than great
The greatest in my own endeavours
But never on a silver plate,
To be placed, like the king on chess game
It is the journey that count,
It is the part, that is blessed the most, in blessing
To find myself, through gutters dug
And know what I am made of,
Capable now, to dance with the lions
I am to be tested, to prove my worth
And stand on my own two feet
Accomplished, no wobbles
I am on top of the world with birds eye view
I see all, on the landscape
God made me
God made me
God made me
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