"Our Fearless Leader"
“The job is done; the stress is gone;
One thousand days – at last begun
Is swinging time to board that ship;
Released – reframed the cause of it.“Not in some pen let out to swing
Bat for some fence – I can begin
To see for real, my kite soars high;
Walk ball from park – warm sunny sky.“Not slaver-ship on Spanish Main,
But boarding ship – we sail again;
The job well done, and wrapped up well
Nine innings played, fired up in hell.“I still don’t know the details yet
We finished are – now time to let
It wash away, scuppers awash,
And of next cruise now shift our talk.”Lord, joy in me just bubbles out
“We got ’er done” without a doubt
Your Kingdom-layer, Your Jubilee
Has blessed this man who’s been set free.I thank You, Lord, for this fine day;
I let the dross now wash away;
Bless him as he now sallies forth,
On Westman plains, here in Your north.Thanks Lord for this.
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