What words are these?

What words are these?

Where do they come from?

Heaven or hell

My closet or crown?

What words are these,

Helpful or woeful

Does anyone care,

Are they around?

No one reading, no one watching

And yet I know a secret.

Of all things on this earth enduring,

None lasts longer,

To be discovered,

Than the written word.

Once said, even dead
My thoughts can stay behind me,
And linger on when I’m long gone,

Ah yes, I know a secret.

There’s nothing more enduring,
Than the written word,
And not the sword,
I’ve spoken to my Lord.

copyright David Lawrence III 2001,2004