The Word | A Poem

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The Word

 
Always there ready to give
Without it we could not live
We reach for it when we are sad
We should reach for it when we are mad
It is near where we lay our head
In it some words are red
We read those words the most
They talk about the Holy Ghost
It sits upon the shelf
To understand we deny self
The words inside are soothing
They get our hearts moving
The poetry brings peace
It helps our sorrows to cease
The admonishments are clear as day
They help guide us on our way
The stories of soldiers brave
Hundreds of loaves and fishes gave
Demons and spirits removed and banished
After His death he vanished
But He reappeared and told us it was waived
Because of Him we are saved

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