Call to Glory
No one can stop him now
In folly they allow
Themselves to wonder how
They can
Soon there can be no doubt
The flame is not put out
There is something about
This man
A simple sturdy shell
To be used ill or well
For heaven or for hell
By plan
Fit for virtue or vice
Drawn by love and born twice
Adopted by birthright
To light
I rise to my full height:
To fight
+Steven Curtis Lance
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