Wisdom Poem by Albert Price

What is it that we call wisdom?
And where is it that it is found?
It is no place in the land of the living,
Nor can it be bought by the pound.
It cannot be valued with bars of gold
Nor exchanged for a weight of jewels.
For rubies and pearls, it can't be sold;
But its fame is mentioned in finer schools.

Our God understands the way thereof,
For He knows the end of the earth
And sees beneath the heaven above,
Can weigh rain and wind for its worth.
It is watched and declared by God,
By the way of the thunder's lightning.
Thus, wisdom is the fear of the Lord,
So, to man all His ways are frightening.

By it God puts His hand to a mountain,
Overturns it to reveal its precious things,
Makes waters flow as in a fountain,
Cuts thru rocks for rivers and springs.
By Him hidden treasure comes to light,
That no fierce animal has ever seen.
It is the wisdom given by God's might:
A path to God known only by human being.