Tychicus Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Fold, bold, hold, sold, cold, told, gold, old;
But you spoke boldly to us! !
And to quench all the darts of the wicked ones,
For, whatever makes manifest is light!

Fitly,
But it is shameful to speak of the things done in secret! !
However, the light comes to overcome darkness;
And like the peace of a land far away from you.

I need to direct you on,
I need to lead you on,
For it is like the muse of Tychicus your friend!
But the narrowm path in the forest will lead the way.