I feared my life was all but gone,
The devil had lured me in.
And though my feet kept marching on,
My heart was steeped in sin.
Once I had fallen to my knees
I thought my time had come.
My life was plagued with such disease,
I’d blistered in the sun.
Was stranded in the desert there
Just praying for some rain.
But just my guilt the clouds would bear,
As I wrenched over in pain.
Lost in the drought for many years,
Withered, parched, and dry.
The only moisture was my tears
That daily I would cry.
But then there came a straggling cloud
That led ten thousand more.
It’s then the thunder clapped aloud
And mercy forth did pour!
Now I see that I’ve been saved
By the grace of God, my King.
It was not liquid that I craved
But the Living Water spring!
I’m daily still found on my knees
Though not in suffering.
For since that day my soul was freed
I sing to Christ my King!
Found alone without a trace
Of light or life or love,
But now surrounded by His grace
I praise the Lord above!
There are places to mine for silver
and a place where gold is refined.
Copper is smelted from ore
as the iron that men have mined.
Man puts an end to the darkness;
he searches the farthest recesses.
He scours the earth for its ores;
he pulls it from the blackest crevasses.
Far from where people dwell
a shaft is cut to make way.
In places forgotten by men’s feet,
he dangles and he sways.
The earth, from which life blooms,
is transformed below as by fire.
In its dust we find nuggets of gold;
from its rocks we take sapphire.
No falcon knows this hidden path;
no eagle’s eye has seen where.
Proud beasts do not set foot on it;
not a single lion prowls there.
Man’s hand assaults the flinty rock
laying bare the roots of the mount.
He tunnels through the rock
and finds all its treasures tantamount.
He searches the sources of rivers
and brings hidden things to light.
He enters the darkest caverns
to rescue these stones from the night.
But where can wisdom be found?
Where dwells such understanding?
Man does not fathom its worth;
it’s not found in the land of the living.
The deep says, “It is not in me,”
so where does wisdom hide?
The sea says, “It is not with me,”
so where does wisdom reside?
It’s not bought for the gold of Ophir;
for onyx it won’t be sold.
Its price can’t be weighed in silver,
nor in crystal or jewels of gold.
Coral is not worthy of mention;
the topaz of Cush can’t compare.
The price of wisdom is far beyond rubies,
far more than gems everywhere.
Where then does wisdom come from?
Where does understanding dwell?
It’s concealed from the eyes of the living;
not found in the world’s deepest well.
“Only rumors have reached our ears,”
Destruction and Death both say.
God alone knows its dwelling place;
He alone understands the way.
He sees everything under the heavens;
he views the ends of the earth.
He measured out the waters
and gave the winds their birth.
When he made a decree for the rain,
for the thunderstorms that churn,
He looked at wisdom and appraised it;
he tested it, and confirmed.
“The fear of the Lord – that is wisdom,”
said the Lord to man.
“The fear of the Lord is wisdom;
to shun evil is to understand.”