Imagine the texts of old
That were written in code
By men with hearts of gold
Told stories of the times of old
They were well versed
To have easily dispersed
While in written form conversed
So we of today’s time
Can understand their universe
They wrote
In fields that were remote
Isolated they were forced to cope
To hold onto their God
As their spiritual rope
Maintaining their strength
By fervent faith, zeal & hope.
We must learn from these scribes of old
How to become much more spiritually bold
For in these last days
We need to be more than stout
And to the God whom we serve
Be truly devout.
SkTzO