words

Josiah's renovations took a while;
incense and flesh had turned the Temple black.
The job he'd undertaken as a child
would scrape three hundred years of soots stains back.
His priestly tutors thought he ought to look
at what the work uncovered underground
a certifiable old sacred book!
The Tetrateuch would have to be rebound.
A more explicit creed of quid pro quo,
the royal subjects gotta toe his line
but no word more! The scriptures can't just grow.
God's word is whole and perfect at this time.
The canon's closed; don't worry what comes next.
Hereafter, revelation's from the text.