We search the stars
Dig deep underground
But where is it?
It can't be found.
No mention can be made of coral or quartz..
It's much to valuable
It can't be bought.
Where is it?
Can it be found...
Not in the land of the living..
Understanding is not with the proud.
Gold or crystal can't equal it
Can't be exchanged for jewellery or fine gold
Was it in the wealth of the ancients
Back when its story was told
Where does it come from?
Where is its rest?
Behold, it says-
The fear of the Lord
Is wisdom at its best.
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I thought ya was looking for your mislaid millions - where is it?!
Apparently my grandfather (oops, grandad) from Scottish stock, buried his large stash of coins, never to be found. So they say.
I love where my brain took me on this! I've searched for nothing but a reason to exist and now I've stopped asking silly questions and just got on with it....
Ooo thanks for the inspiration I think I'll write something more to this lol
Have a wonderful day
That's good News!
Fear of the Lord is worth millions.A powerful read.
To find it, you first must know what you are looking for.
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