The books
wisdom of the ages
Contained in sacred pages
Are oft-times resting in our weary hands
And oft their precious power,
Is locked in Prisons tower
Because we simply fail to understand
The precious teachings they convey
Eludes our eager mind
Oh, help us Lord of Wisdom
The golden Key to find
That sets the spirit free
That leds us back to thee.
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