The prophet stands on high
And speaks
to hearts who sigh
Look up to
the Lord God kind
He isn’t
far, he is near you
Keep seeking
and you’ll find
That’s the
promise given us
Seek, seek,
my child, seek.
The life is
book of sorrows
That no
living soul borrows
Yet must seek
a happy tale
Seek even a
sentence in it
Seek, even a
word to bail.
As long as
time waits for us
Seek, seek,
my child, seek
It’s too
precious to be wasted
Neither it
should it be hasted
Life is a river
flowing to the sea
Much we try
we can’t halt; so
Give, give
life, as much can be
Before the
breaths give into death
Seek, seek, my
child, seek!
Xavier Bage
Thursday,
November 17, 2016
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