In the never-ending quest for knowledge, Most of the time you can hardly call it. The rest of the time we're like alcoholics, Spilling enough to get the point across before we can swallow it. But the path has been walked, Now all we have to do is follow it. Faithless ones feel soon as they start, Something will come and demolish it. Yet, stuck in astonishment are those who heed His admonishments. Rejoicing in accomplishment over Satan and his accomplices. He shall light my roadway, As I strap on his word as spiritual moccasins. Now as I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear not what I have resolved against. Da1 Osborne