The Power of the Word
1 In my divine stylus lie the infinities;
from its sacred contents I have scribed
the very foundations of the universe.
2 I create and destroy, according to my
purposes. I hold you in my hands, my
creation; nothing is hidden from my sight.
3 You are my sons and daughters; for you
I am long-suffering. In my own image I
have fashioned you. Therefore, I command
you, my creation, take up your mighty pen;
write out your purpose, plainly, on the tablet
of your heart, as your Creator has.
4 Though there be a season for every
purpose under heaven, it is the wise man
who writes the untold story. Indeed I
say to you, unto your own voice I have
given the spirit of power.
Copyright © Andrew Gallagher | Year Posted 2008
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