Seek you the door to distant lands?
The portal God cast with human hands?
Come then, Seeker; with key of mind
Leave ignorance and pride behind.
May these pages lead to shores of grace;
The holy found in each small space
Left between crippled words I pen.
Let them rest upon your tongue and then
Test whether what you find is true
To ancient ways walked by those who
Saw death die in the immortal one:
The God-man. Jesus. David’s Son.
William R. Scarrott 