Words of Wisdom

Does not wisdom cry?

And understanding put forth her voice?

Her lips shall not produce a lie

To listen or not is your choice



Unto you, oh men, i call.

And my voice is to the sons of man



Oh ye simple, wisdom understand: And ye fools be quick to take her hand. For she will show you something grand.



Wisdom has built her house

She has hewn out her seven pillars

Her pillars of fire illuminates the desires

Of all of King Solomon's builders



Receive her instruction rather than silver

And knowledge rather than choice gold

For by her is the soul of man delivered

And the divine secrets are told



Make all my kind words to flow as a river

Make me a sight to behold

Make me a prophet a seer a giver

arm me with words to cause one to shiver

As if they were out in the cold



Make me strong, tenacious, and bold



And to the eye never be sold



And at least let my wisdom increase

In my days when i am old



And as for you dear reader

You'll find out for yourself

That those hearing wisdom believe her

Triumph over sickness and death