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The years went by, the young boy grew and, tired of life alone, Made his way from town to town and set off on his own..Following the center line of rural blacktop roads,Seeking aim and purpose; seeking proper moral codes.The road was long and dusty and never seemed to end.And weariness embraced him like an old and faithful friend.He said to all the folks he met from Wichita to Nome,"I'm just a wayward traveler tryin' to find his way back home".Decades passed and sundown brought the twilight of his ride.And on an August evening, he breathed his last and died.The one's he'd touched throughout his years all cried or lodged complaint.Some said he was the devil; some said he was a saint.But then the Voice of God was heard; said, "None of this is true.The man was but a man, you see, and this I say to you:I put him here to pass a test; I put him here to learn;I put him here to light a fire where none had ever burned.Knowledge, love, humility were goals sought every day.And with all these some wisdom to be found along the way.I put him here to seek out love and give it back in kind.I put him here to plant a seed in someone else's mind.