Researching the Riddle
Lost sheep he rescues; the shepherd rejoices.
The woman stops looking when her coin is found.
The prodigal bemoans heeding wrong voices;
as hope finds an humble son homeward bound.
I propose you a riddle, hear and explore.
What when it's found is still hunted the more?
When searching for anything worth searching for,
ask the right questions as a plan you unfold.
I care I search. Which pathways to ignore?
Seek with your heart, you'll find but never hold
Zeal that prompts the searching is what frees us;
knock daily, pursue the finding of Jesus.
written 3 January 2011
edited 23 September 2023
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