Molded by His hand,
a piece fit for a design.
Traversing rugged, treacherous land
a traveler whose heart
bent on a prize.
Waving not a white banner
but a scepter of triumph
a warrior on rough seas.
Seeking a jewel among countless gems
in time he'll find.
And, ascending the ladder with grit
'til his last day comes...
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