GAINING GOLD
She sat upon
A pile of gold
Turning to matter
When fingers tried to hold
Her downcast face
Told the story true
She was without hope
Where love grew
Dragons are fierce
But she had no fire
Truth gathered around
Claims of her being a liar
The problem wasn't gold
It was the timing that was wrong
TRUTH without WISDOM
Lacks the power of how to belong
TRUTH spoke to Azalea
Inviting her to drink the water
A river of life sprung up
And revealed, she is the daughter
The TRUTH is purified gold
Delivered through REVELATION
WORD is clothed in WISDOM
Showing identity through all of creation
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-05-2026
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