By D. C. Tidwell
Long years ago, I climbed a stair
And rapped at an ancient door.
I passed within a temple fair
And trod the checkered floor.
I passed between the pillars two
I climbed the winding stair
The letter G then met my view
I earned my wages there.
I knelt beside the altar fair
I counted not the cost.
I searched afar with earnest care,
But still the Word was lost.
Though some may think my search absurd,
When time shall ebb and fail,
I hope to learn the final Word
Beyond life's mystic veil.
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