I fought with Beasts,
Encased in men;
The sharp long talons
Inflicted pain.
Tho left for dead,
I rose again
And fought.
I fought on and kept
My faith in Him;
Thru weary struggles,
Hope was never dim
To preach the Word,
I rose again.
And fought
I fought on,
Ready for my Crown;
'Tis awaiting me -
'The guillotine is dim,
I feel and touch the Crown;
Placed on my head
Because I rose again,
And fought.
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