There is a riddle that does not rhyme,
A rhyme that does not ring.
There is a story obscured by time,
A song you cannot sing.
There is a wine that eludes your drink,
A bread that resists being broken.
There is a thought that eludes your think,
A language that cannot be spoken.
There is a road that avoids your feet,
A path that resists your motion.
The sign, when read, its words fall to the street,
A direction, that melts into notion.
A riddle, a rhyme, a story, a wine,
All names for what we all know
God placed in our hearts and wrote in our minds,
This mustard seed to grow.
Cherish this order the Gospel has given,
That shows us the way we ought walk,
It’s only obscured by the way we’re living,
But, it’s truth is “lead in the rock”.
By Don C Harris
