Across the hills, across the plains, Across the sands and seas, He searched for poems and refrains, For wonders never cease... While there's a child within God's heart And His remembrance, too, The Poemhunter scans for art, Esteems each point of view...
Across the noblest hopes and dreams, Ideals and fancy thoughts, The spectrum of Man's mad extremes Proves that it takes all sorts... While there's a vision, judge or law, Or simply self-control, The Poemhunter must explore Their sanctity, their soul...
He reads the rhythms, rhymes and rules That writers would relay, He heeds the wisemen, sighs at fools... Lets God guide him His way... While there's a cherished childlike prayer That words can somehow bless, The Poemhunter's search will share God's Truth and happiness...