The Living Word
There’s a still small voice,
Always there to aid my choice.
Wisdom’s whispers soft but strong,
Teaching me right from wrong.
There is a sweet treat,
Honey from the comb so free to eat.
The pure and pristine whole,
That daily delights my soul.
There is a guiding light,
A shining lamp on dreary nights.
The path is clear in its glow,
When I’m not sure which way to go.
There is a flaming sword
Keeping my mortal mind secured.
My stand to fight and take apart,
Evil wiles against my heart.
There is an oasis,
Wellspring of hope and peace.
A fountain that never runs dry,
Healing and lifting my spirit high.
Helpless in so many ways,
In Thee I find sufficient grace;
So help me live, dear Lord, I pray,
In thoughts and deeds and all I say.