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Steward.

Writer's picture: Sam JohnSam John

I bow before you.


My arms laid out in surrender.


My hands open and my praise unending.

I will choose fulfillment.


I will choose surrender.

I will choose to rage.

And draw near to the truth.


The hope and the peace.

I am owed nothing.


Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.

I have risen like a Phoenix but I know the end of this existence will take me back to the embers I knew.


I am thankful for this life.

And the hope of the next.

Peace and praise unending.


Yours faithfully,

Qavah.


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