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The WORD

In the beginning was the WORD
Breath that came from the mouth of God
Sound formed and lips uttered
and creation sprang forth.
What did it sound like?  Was there even sound?
Almighty Creator, the Great I Am.

He spoke the world into motion.
At the sound of His voice 
the winds and waves stopped fast in their tracks,

men fell to the ground in awe, the
dead were raised.
He said "it is finished"

and my sins were covered in love as white
as snow. He is the living WORD.

His words spoke through the mouths
and hands of disciples. They have spoken to millions
and He turned the world upside down. And yet He calls me
to write? Who am I to speak His love, to be His disciple?

But that still, small voice emerges
from my insecurities;
He tells me be still and know who He is.
His blood saved me, His WORD
renews me, His love inspires me to
write and share this good news.

In the beginning was the WORD. 
The WORD is with God.  The WORD is God.
And by grace,
the WORD is with me. 

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