An undiscovered prophet's hand. It grasped the feather pen!
To script the words that God would give! A scroll that never ends!
Life's deepest lessons less pursued. And wisdom oft denied.
Yet constantly, he wrote God's thoughts. Hoping to catch one's eye!
"Why is Thy love, so unsought? And truth there left to die?
I wish Thy words would shout from high! That no man could deny!"
"Comfort comes by silent verse. Know not My son My ways?
I left there men, by choice to seek! And find where treasures lay!"
"Your psalms are mine! They will endure! I bid you write once more!
That whispered counsels ever live! In hidden font adored!"