The Word is Life, so precious in my soul.
It grows me up and feeds me to proclaim,
All Life in Christ who in us sure takes hold,
And leads us, guides us, to His purposed aim.
The Word is knowledge understanding, too,
Propelling foward dreams to make them Life.
The Word is power's might to follow through,
Despite abysses, caverns, frightening heights.
Without the universe, within my mind.
Within the knowledge to perceive afar,
And energies and rainbowed force sublime
To spiritually dance me to the nearest star.
The Ark of Christ's a university.
And there I joy in Love's prosperity.