Who Am I?
Adam, God made out of dust,
But thought it best to make me first.
So I was made before the man
To answer God's most holy plan.
A living being I became
And Adam gave to me my name.
I from his presence then withdrew
And more of Adam never knew.
I did my Maker's law obey,
Nor ever went from it astray.
Thousands of miles I go in fear
But seldom on earth appear.
For purpose wise which God did claim,
And took from me my soul again.
So when from me the soul had fled,
I was the same as when first made.
And without hands, or feet, or soul,
I travel on from pole to pole.
I labor hard, by day, by night,
To fallen man I give great light.
Thousands of people, young and old,
Will by my death great light behold.
No fear of death doth trouble me,
Real happiness I'll never see.
To heaven I will never go,
Nor yet descend to Hell below.
Now when these lines you slowly read,
Go search your Bible with all speed,
For that my name is written there
Four times, I honestly declare.