No language ever stirs the deeps of my nature like the Word of <br />God, and none produces such a profound calm within my spirit. <br /> <br />As no other voice can, <br />it melts me to tears, <br />it humbles me in the dust, <br />it fires me with enthusiasm, <br />it fills me with pleasure, <br />it elevates me to holiness. <br /> <br />Every faculty of my being owns the power of the sacred Word. <br /> <br />It sweetens my memory, <br />it brightens my hope, <br />it stimulates my imagination, <br />it directs my judgment, <br />it commands my will, and <br />it cheers my heart. <br /> <br />The word of man charms me for the time, <br />but I outlive and outgrow its power. <br /> <br />15. January 2008<br /><br />Mary Wismer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-s-word-4/
