If the Word is alive
And I know that it is
It doesn’t matter where I am
My every breath is His
If the Living Word’s active
And alone can satisfy
Then His unrelenting passion
Won’t leave me out to dry
If it’s sharper than a two-edged sword
Piercing unseen realities
Then distance cannot stop me
From walking in victory
If this Word knows my every thought
My ambitions and my dreams
He won’t shame me for choosing
Paths that aren’t mainstream
And if nothing in creation
Is hidden from His sight
And when all is laid before Him
Who could stand in their own right?
And since this Word’s a fire
That’s been shut up in my bones
I can feel its warming Presence
Filling the innermost depths of my soul
This Living Word is Jesus
My Sabbath Rest and Great High Priest
The One who lives forever
Holy love, abide in thee!
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