May Your Word, O' Lord,
trickle down
from the mountains
of my mind,
and rest in the deep
valleys
of my heart,
and finally settle
in the firm richness
of the soil
of my soul.
May roots of freedom
and truth
be planted,
sprouting praises
and thanksgivings
from my mouth.
Your Word, O' Lord,
is a gift.
It fills those places
that have only known
barrenness.
It partners with the Son
in bringing
the light of wisdom,
hope and grace.
And it stands
as a sacred
testament
of God's intense,
uncompromising
love for us.
May Your Word, O' Lord,
settle
along the edges
of my heart.
- JSS (written 07/30/09)
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