Glory’s End
Love, Papa.
Give to me your gift, with love!
Fear not that I will squander
For with your blessing I go forth
Never shall I wander.
Each day the sun will rise and set
And I will share your glory
With every king and pauper met
That they can join the story.
For such is the grace of the gift you hold
And such is the need among men
That each should know the power within
And witness glory’s end.
Love, Papa.
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