In battles fierce, where courage tested high,
I wore the crown, yet many questioned why.
Not their choice, but God's hand at my side,
In the face of storms, I wouldn't hide.
With grace and strength, I faced the fight,
In the darkest hours, I found my light.
For I was chosen not by worldly decree,
But by divine guidance, I was meant to be.
Though doubts and challenges sought to dismay,
With unwavering faith, I'd find my way.
In the end, through trials, God prevailed,
And with each challenge, I stood unassailed.
The crown upon my head, a symbol true,
Of the battles fought, and the strength I drew.
In the face of adversity, I remained firm,
For with God's grace, I'd always return.
©mercyada
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