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We grace this Earth for the purpose of God,
A beacon on the hill, not be hidden,
Good seeds with a righteous cover of sod,
Unlike a tree, bear fruit that's forbidden.
We are representatives of The Word,
Proclaiming the gospel of Jesus Christ,
Voices of virtuous living be heard,
Dutiful of the well-earned sacrificed.
Our seeds, ingrained, encrypted, in His name,
Indelible impressions of growing,
Outreach to the lost and hopeless, our aim,
Our constant glow let all in the knowing.
Our brims are well beyond overflowing,
Know the intercessor ere all-knowing.
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