In the beginning was the Word
The Word was God
And put on flesh to dwell with us
In Him was the life
And the Life was the light of men
And it shines in the darkness
Even as the rain and snow come down
And do not return empty
Making it bear fruit and sprout
So Your Word will be
For the Word is living and active
Like a sword, piercing the division
Of soul, marrow, and spirit
A light unto my path
Strength to carry on
The treasure I have found within
Is hidden in my heart
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