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A Riddle



Adam, God made out of dust,
But thought it best to make me first,
So I was made before man,
To answer God's most Holy plan.

A living being I became
And Adam gave to me my name.
I from his presence withdrew,
And more of Adam never knew.

I did my maker's laws obey,
Nor ever went from them astray.
Thousands of miles I go in fear,
But seldom on the earth appear.

For purpose wise which God did see,
He put a living soul in me.
That soul from me God did claim,
And took from me the soul again.

So when from me the soul had fled,
I was the same as when first made.

And without hands, or feet, or soul,
I travel on from pole to pole.
I labor hard by day, by night,
To fallen man I gave great light.

Thousands of people, young and old,
Will by my death great light behold.
No right or wrong can I conceive,
The Scriptures I cannot believe;

Although my name therein is found,
They are to me an empty sound.
No fear of death doth trouble me.
Real happiness I'll never see.
To heaven I shall never go,
Nor go to hell below.

Now when these lines you slowly read,
Go search your Bible with all speed;
For that my name is written there
I do honestly unto you declare.


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