Cryptic thoughts so tightly bound
Like a white rosebud, pure and sound
Shall unfold and show the world
Its special glory when unfurled.
Feelings so cold grow in a dark heart
That disregards the future from the start;
Indifferent to what may come his way,
Surely, this man has feeble feet of clay.
No Mariner ever ignored his Chart
But paid constant attention to each part,
Each line, however short, or long,
Providing passage that’s right, not wrong.
Wise is the man who seeks a long lifespan
Who heeds God’s Words penned by Man
And then his days will truly be
Enriched by heeding His Prophecy.
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