Tychicus
Fold, bold, hold, sold, cold, told, gold, old;
But you spoke boldly to us! !
And to quench all the darts of the wicked ones,
For, whatever makes manifest is light!
Fitly,
But it is shameful to speak of the things done in secret! !
However, the light comes to overcome darkness;
And like the peace of a land far away from you.
I need to direct you on,
I need to lead you on,
For it is like the muse of Tychicus your friend!
But the narrowm path in the forest will lead the way.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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