The Word

No word from God, of power is void,
No idle word He’s spoken
In every sentence now He lives
His promise can’t be broken.

A part is He, of all He’s said
In every word He’s hidden
The scriptures are one with Himself
To feast on it we’re bidden.

The very life of God indwells
This word, which He has given
The living word, He now makes real
His word that’s fresh from heaven.

O’er His word the Lord is watching
And that word He will perform
On this word my heart is resting
While I stand amid the storm.

E. W. Kenyon

 

 

Source: Until Then