The Living Word's so precious to my soul.
He does renew my mind in Truth and light.
He lifts me up from peoples' Hellish molds
To stand, oppose all Darkness and Death's blight.
Appointed to responsibility
To bring the Light, in Peace beyond compare.
He's grounded, rooted firm, a cedar tree
That shows its fruit of Love with fragrance fair.
And those who'd take the fruit and use it for
A work of Death's carnality and strife,
Cannot exalt themselves, in glory soar.
Instead, in mirey clay will lose His Life.
Oh Father! Praise you! You are at my healm.
You keep me lifted up in Spiritual realms.