Hidden Things
It is the glory of God
to conceal a thing:
but the honour of kings
is to search out a matter
Prov. 25:2
I search always
for the invisible things
Hidden things buried deep
in the sands of antiquity
Trained I was in the ways of spiritual investigation,
got taught under the feet of a wise one
Kings of the ghetto are father and son
I'm in search always
of heavenly things
Hidden in plain sight
are these eternal mysteries
Open your eyes
and see precept upon precept
Open your ears
to hear the new version of an old concept
I search always
for the prophetic things
Holy revelations from the future
concerning the fate of humanity
I was taught by God,
borne chastisement under the correcting rod
I learned right from wrong,
how to help the weak
and withstand the strong
I learned how to discern
clean from unclean
And how love
was the purifier of everything
I was blessed with a gift
to investigate tirelessly
I love to search always
for invisible things hidden in the deep
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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