My son, the wind whispers tales untold,
Of prophets' voices, mysteries unfold.
Heed this wisdom, etched in shifting sand,
Not every whisper comes from a divine hand.

Dreams may dance with hopes in the night,
Visions shimmer, then vanish with morning light.
Seek solid truth, a constant guiding star,
Not fleeting glimpses, no matter how bright they are.

Strive ever upward, where God's truth breaks through,
Let reason guide you, chase the honest hue.
For light that blinds can also lead astray,
Seek inner wisdom, let it light the way.

Though doubt may cloud your path, and shadows fall,
With open eyes, you'll conquer, stand up tall.
For truth resides not just in rhema words writ,
But in life's journey, the steps you bravely lit.