As the grass doth wither and the flowers fade away
Thy Word shall stand forever as a light upon my way
Quicken thou me this day, O Lord, according to Thy Word
So I may share Thy glorious hope to a dying world.

Thy Word is hidden in my heart to shelter me from sin
Each word is breathed upon my soul and rooted deep within
Springing forth in times of need to freshen day by day
This manna doth feed me and molds this lump of clay

┬ęKate Plourde
September 8, 2010

1 Comment

  1. Ma Belle Kat,

    Amen & Amen!!!! Your poem is just BEAUTIFUL!! How I thank GOD for the gift He has given you!! You are loved and cherished dear sister.

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