I see her in the distance
And I determine to give chase
Her strong and graceful posture
Makes me long to see her face
Yet so often I’m distracted
By lesser beauty in my midst
Looking up I think I’ve lost her
But I turn the corner there she is
With great intention I pursuit her
Resolved to know her depths
Yet the glory of True Wisdom
From my weakened grasp is kept 
As dejected and brought low
I call to God as one alone
Wisdom puts her arm around me
Making deep abiding truth be known
Her beauty captivates me
Her peace and mercy unrestrained 
She is a gift for those who cry out 
Not a prize our pride can gain

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