“I am a city set on a hill
I cannot be hidden
I go forth bearing precious seeds and I come back with rejoicing, bearing my sheaves with me; the evidence of a bountiful harvest

The soil that I plant on is fertile
No seed is lost
No one is lost
The words that I speak take a firm root in the the hearts of men
It withstands the rain, the sun, trials and tribulations of life

I am a Watchman on the tower
I will not keep silent till…”
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