The Spoken Word

Words were spoken And the blind saw Just words spitted And the lame got their walk Lazarus in his sleep of death Rotten and smelling Woke up for words of life Had called him In my tongue the word says Sleeps the power of life and death Hidden in the life of words In the beginning the word was And God was with the word He spoke and it came to be Allow me to therefore By the power accorded upon my lips Speak and spit these words Upon my granted life I am healed I am blessed I will conquer In words we harvest Blessings and curses In prophecy I chose to speak That the lord is my shield And my buckler I speak health I speak wealth I speak wisdom I speak long life I will not sink by the power In the word of his name.