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
