Wisdom calls aloud in the streets
She raises her voice in the public squares
At the head of the noisy street she cries out
In the gates of the city she makes her speech.
But in my folly, I raise my voice even higher
Trying to muffle her voice but in vain
I run away from her, losing her in the process
But the echoes of her voice still ring in my ear
Her words play back at me like a broken record
I fall along the way in my ignorance
In my own doing I bring myself to infamy
Not in the eyes of men who applaud my fall
But in His eyes whose grace I thrive on
His name indeed is a strong tower
I run to Him and I’m always safe
Many are the plans in my heart,
Some crazy and wild- out of this world
Some of sound intellect and judgment
But I know now- just as I have known always
But clearer now that I have opened my ears to her voice
My mind to her reason
It’s the Lords purpose that prevails.
Sherae
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