Search Poem by ENOCH JOHN

This drifting soul hath no lasting rest
Till heaven's gate be opened wide
And showers Jehovah; s vast blessing down
On mankind's grey and dismal state.

Oh! that man's inner hunger and thirst
Could find safe relief and satisfaction
Beyond these distant clouds;
Oh! that this planet could be renewed.

Supreme Deity searcheth for man's quintessence
Among earth's scattered rubble and despairs,
For so it seems that all is lost
And the entire creation degenerate.

All come hear His solemn dictum
Trumpeted across heaven's vast portals.....
Lo, I have searched both far and wide
But alas' I cannot yet find he whom I seek!