Who, with absence of myopic vision,
Seraphic, their attempts Thy face to view,
Finds divine support in their derision,
Of observations they perceive untrue ?
Who, not bound by manacles of moment,
Pure-hearted, their attempts Thy Word to pen,
Is found to author perfect revelation,
Yet charges faith in any other sin?
Who, not jaundiced by their generation,
Fervent, their attempts Thy voice to hear,
Grants enlightened truth by declaration,
But for his brotherís truth engenders fear?
For all whose quest is pure, Thou doth inspire,
To know that Thou art God, and Love require.
*** Copyright 7/03 Ed Adair ***