By Alan Powe (The Banjo Man)
Have you heard of Wisdom?
She’s got a sister that’s called Grace.
I feel her all around me,
But I’ve never seen her face.
Her ornaments confound me,
A golden treasure chest,
Lost in an open world
Puts Prudence to the test.
Then Loyalty adored me
And said there’s something you should know,
I’m not something you say you’ve got
I’m something that you show.
Long Suffering came in and spoke:
“Your soul I want to save,
From time to time you’ll see me
From the cradle to the grave.
Then Hope took me by the hands
Said you’ll bear me in your mind.
There is no river deep or wide
No mountain we can’t climb.
Sweet Charity embraced me,
Said use me to be kind.
The more you sow, the more you reap,
You must give me all the time.
Now Faith relentless in his cause
Said have me and we’ll grow.
I’m going to hold fast to you,
I’m the part that won’t let go.
The secret of this fragrance
Lie in actions of the just
For every broken contrite soul
Smells sweet and blossoms in the dust.
