The Living Word

Not bound to ink or ancient page,
Nor trapped within a bygone age—
The Word walks on through time and space,
Alive with light, with fire, with grace.

It shines where choking shadows stay,
A lamp that turns the night to day;
It burns the dross, refines the soul,
A holy flame that makes you whole.

It shatters chains you cannot break,
A hammer falls for mercy’s sake;
It cuts through lies with sharpened sword,
Unveiling truth before the Lord.

It shows your face with mirror’s light,
Yet floods it full of mercy’s sight;
It washes guilt in cleansing streams,
And plants in dust His living dreams.

It feeds the soul with milk and bread,
With honey sweet by Spirit led;
It rains on ground once hard, once bare,
Till hope takes root and blossoms there.

It anchors you when tempests roar,
And holds you fast to Heaven’s shore;
It lifts your gaze through storm and skies
To see the Day Star’s rising eyes.

So take it up—this Word that lives,
That guards, that guides, that breaks, forgives;
For every page, each holy line,
Still breathes with life and speaks divine.

If this poem stirred something in your heart, remember that the deepest roots grow from God’s Word itself. “Thy word have I hid in mine heart, that I might not sin against thee” (Psalm 119:11). If you’d like simple, practical help in tucking Scripture into memory…

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