Living Word
A map marking the way to live,
a light guiding me on the road;
until the day my King returns,
a friend helping me bear the load.
God's Word lives, speaking across time,
reaching down the centuries to me,
lifting me up, holding me near,
addressing all life's problems perfectly.
Written in the Spirit's ink,
unfaded by the years of time,
I trace God's unfailing grace,
redemption red, through every line.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, October 8, 2014
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