Udiah (witness to Yah)

(1959 / USA)

A Riddle


This riddle I give to you
Upon it your eyes may view
Matched Jacob's tribes when 'twas new
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  • Patricia Grantham (8/13/2013 11:30:00 AM)

    I was never very good at riddles and putting together the pieces of a
    jigsaw puzzle. I studied this riddle and what I see what appears in these
    lines he name of Jesus Christ. Please respond this is right or wrong.
    Am looking forward to the answer Udiah. Very inspiring write. (Report) Reply

  • Ken E Hall (12/11/2012 5:08:00 AM)

    Riddles make your brain have a work out but boy could Jacob produce boys who all produced the foundation of goodness the 12...maybe the wine was a celebration of this.... ahhhh no riddle...regards (Report) Reply

  • Casey Geiger (9/9/2012 8:55:00 AM)

    is it a riddle? Excuse the confusion, I do love the poem, flows very nicely and makes you think, it is one to be read again and again. (Report) Reply

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