Poetry

My God my planner of my destiny,
They planned evil against me in vain,
I, among strangers i reign,
I rule a land so foreign,
I rule them who hated my dream.
 
My God did not leave me alone,
He used their plans my stepping stone,
I fly high and rise high,
I soar like an eagle in a sky,
I rise in the eyes of my enemies.
 
My God gave me wisdom,
He restored my freedom,
He gave me descernment,
to fulfill my assignment,
yes in a foreign land!
 
My God has made it happen,
I stand in place of wise men,
I wear the king's signet ring,
I put on his gold chain around my neck,
I hold the ruler's stuff in my hand.