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God's Words

Thanks be to You, Almighty God Sacred Scripture, Sunday sermons, Spiritual poetry. We read the written Word; we hear the spoken Word, Thoughts begin to take shape, conception occurs and we write to bring honor to your holy name. Father, I do not understand, but all praise is Yours. No human can comprehend the work of your Spirit, how new words are birthed within the poet’s brain. Thanks be to You, Our Creator At creation, You spoke the universe into being. How? Over the chaos of nothingness, your Spirit hovered and worlds were formed, networks that form a bridge from the mighty sun to the tiniest individual cell. At the tower of Babel, you confused the language of men and scattered them across the whole earth to thwart their evil thought - to make a name for themselves. Thanks be to You, Our Savior Jesus, You are the living Word, full of grace, full of truth. As a twelve year old, you astounded the elders at the Temple, your words of understanding and clarity You were doing your Father's business. The Sermon on the Mount, a model of your poetry. Your birth, a miracle. Your words, your life, our example. Your death, our salvation. Your resurrection, our hope. Thanks be to You, Our Holy Spirit You speak not on your own authority, but by the sanction of Him who spoke the world into being. You put the words in the hearts and minds of men who wrote the Bible, His Holy Word, our guidebook. You give us talents so we can be living testimony to His goodness, His love, His truth, His grace. It is for this marvelous gift of words, I thank You. November 22, 2021

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