The Word of the Lord

The north wind blows
And my world shivers at its touch.
Winter plays among the blossoms.
Let me remember
"The grass withereth,
And the flowers thereof falleth away,
But the word of the Lord endureth forever."
Whatever goes on around me
I have your word.
I have the Bible.
Thank you, Lord, for that Book.
A tangible link to you.
Through it the prophets speak
Through it I learn to pray.
Through it I meet you.

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