If my ambitions clash with truth,
with fame enmeshed and words uncouth.
Would I by then be struck from grace,
and find a cave to hide my face.
Those scribes of faith with wisdom armed.
they copied pearls that ocean's calmed.
How wondrous were those faithful men
who wrote God's truth with quill or pen

How many men who've sold word's sword,
have severed truth's eternal cord.
Avast ye wicked men of sin,
who've sold your souls to evil's kin.
The eyes of God roam round the world,
to find some men of wit and worth.
Who love the truth and long to print,
the wisdom found dipped in faith's ink.

R.Owen 22/10/2020