Mystery Poem by Quame Boatmann

My God is no gold
Yet His value, more than gold
He's not an object that man can mould
Nor a body man can hold
But a Spirit we cannot behold

He's the fire that choose not to burn
And the same fire that will burn
His favour the righteous earn
But His love is on all men

In His presence man has pleasure
His name that we treasure
For it's a strong tower
His greatness we cannot measure

Without Him there's no life
For His gift is eternal life
The church is His wife
So accept Him and save your life