The Riddle
In front of me now lies an old piece of paper with a biblical riddle. It was copied from some unknown source. Think about it before you google the answer!
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Enjoy!
Adam, God made out of dust,
But thought it best to make me first.
So I was made sometime 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, then withdrew,
And more of Adam I never knew.
I did my Maker’s Law obey,
Nor never went from it astray.
Thousands of miles I go in fear,
But seldom on earth do I appear.
For purpose wise which God did see,
He put a living soul in me.
The soul in me, God had fed,
Until, finally, the soul had fled.
I am the same
As when first made.
Without hands, feet, or face,
I travel on from place to place.
I labor hard by day and night,
To fallen man I give 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 to hell far 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, to you, declare…
