Adam, God made out of dust, but thought it best to make me first.
So I was made before man, to answer God’s most Holy Plan.
A living being I became, and Adam gave 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 see, He put a living soul in me.
A soul from me God did claim, and took from me the 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 to give great light.
Thousands of people, young and old, will by my death great light behold.
No right or wrong can I conceive; the Scriptures I cannot believe.
Although my name therein is found, they are to me an empty sound.
No fear of death doth trouble me, real happiness I’ll never see.
To Heaven I shall never go, or to hell below.
Now when these lines you slowly read, go search your bible with all speed.
For that my name is written there, I do honestly to you declare.
WHO AM I?