Complicated

The things that I desire to see, are things I desire to see
Those which others seek to find, are too complicated for me.

Yet if a thing could be retold, as a holy prize to know
I suppose I would, by it wish, for my wit to show

Most fruit is good and tasty too, for which my heart has pined
Yet on the inner and not the outer, is where true joy has dined

What I abhor to hold instead of, God’s wealth in my mind
Is just such rubbish which ought to be, treated as bitter rind

Those thoughts which I disdain the most, and deem such a bore
By and by I choose by grace, to listen to their rants no more

Yet in my soul the need is carried, to ask what they are for
I wonder if their worth is God’s wisdom, or just ancient lore

And do the sounds, which make these rounds, have meaning for all to see
Or are they only an exercise in rhyme, found pleasant unto me

If thought deep, and allowed to steep, could they truly be set free?
Yet whether their place, is praise or disgrace, you’ll best referee

So close your eyes, and give deep thought, to what might be worth knowing
For wherein you find your fondest views, ‘tis there your heart is going

I pray you’ll find, God’s glorious heaven, as your final rest
And that other friends, will by your ends, also choose what’s best