The First Paradox (Pair of Socks)
Curiosity can stew.
O’er the surface brew,
Through gravel and the dew,
A noble idea will stumble
Over table, kiln and shrew,
to knock upon the door of life,
And join the chosen few.
But who shall shell such feats,
to take those steps so true?
Why, God’s love and common
Sense my friend.
Be ye willing,
Be ye true…
For feet covered bold in love,
Will take you through and through,
Past the haughty and the naughty,
Over the hills and far away,.
A pair of socks is God 's offering to you;
to track your kingdom come,
to blend your toes as one,
to comfort new,
The deeds you do,
To meld our souls undone.
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