His Words

Worry not what you will say,
When called to speak of God to men.
Hold tightly to His guiding hand;
Be open to His Spirit, then
The words will come, in perfect form, with perfect aim,
Arrows tipped by humble human tongue
Piercing chinks in hardest armoured heart.
Not from any mortal sprung,
Nor wisdom of the worldly kind.
No! They’re fired straight from the Lord’s own bow,
Throwing hands and cries into the air,
Dropping knees and tears to Earth below.
So that all that witness can but one thing say
“Only God could have done this, here, today!”

(Based on 1 Corinthians 2:1-5)

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About keithfromcanada

I'm Keith, also called 'Kevin', for some strange reason. I'm from Canada. I also know Eric and Baxter. They say hi.
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