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My will is to do that great will,
The one who sent me, bestowed me a will,
Just as a house planted on the hill,
Brings forth good tidings, also goodwill.

Covers me with wisdom as with jewel,
As i attained the height in a duel,
His will is one not dual,
Blessed mankind enough not to be cruel.

His deeds before us are factual,
For love, the only son of his he offered, what a ritual! 
Our living should not be usual,
Created are we to be spiritual.

©preshpen