These words I read or hear, every day of my life. These words
I write and paint and meditate on.
These are my life, really, these words. The
Word.
Words that sand away the rough edges, erode the weak banks,
and pierce between the sinews.
Some words burn with love and fire, how beautiful is your
love! I am your husband!
Some words convict with tears and weeping; who will open the
scrolls! There is leaven of the Pharisees in my heart!
Some words scare me, and I feel guilt. You will give account
for every word you say, if you ignored the hungry, the naked, the imprisoned,
so you ignored me.
How refreshing, how enthralling, how fearfully and
wonderfully made!
My heart is stirred and I respond with a noble theme to His
words, with words.
