The Word

The Word is a sword, with edges sharp and bright.

It is a star that’s shining in the night.

The word is living manna, for the hungry soul to eat.

A bright and shining light, for the pathway of our feet.

It is a staff, on which the lame may lean.

A purifying water, by which the soul's made clean.

The Word is a solid rock, where we may safely stand.

A cool refreshing rain, that soaks the sun-parched land.

The Word is a key, to a storehouse of supply;

A truth on which, the whole world can rely.

The Word is a fountain, and the river of life.

It's the solution to all conflict and strife.

The Word is a shelter, from the heat and the cold.

It is the guard, and keeper of my soul.

The Word is a rescue ship out on the troubled sea.

It is the truth that makes the spirit free.

The Word is an anchor, that will forever hold.

It is salvation for the lost and wayward soul.

Mildred Eslick Garner

 September 23, 1991