The Infinite Word

The word which can be spoken,
Is not the eternal word,
The word which can be read,
Is not the infinite.
For finite speech and script,
Can not encompass Him.

The word that sparked creation,
Is ever sounding still,
Like bellows blowing life,
It gives but is not filled.
No scribe can write that word,
But iterates at best,
The echos that he hears,
In mortal language kept.

And God himself declined,
All tongues and dialects,
But rendered the sublime,
Into human flesh.
Immortal soul alone can be,
The word which is infinity.

For This We Give You Praise

Lord, You have worked in ages past,
And in our fathers' days,
Laid bare Your arm on their behalf;
For this we give You praise.

You saved our nation when distressed,
And prospered all our ways,
With justice for those who're oppressed;
For this we give You praise.

Lord, You have given us Your word,
Because You showed us grace,
You gave us ears, and we have heard;
For this we give You praise.

You gave Your Son, our sacrifice,
Who triumphed o'er the grave,
Then resurrected us to life;
For this we give You praise.

Lord, You sustained through poverty,
When we were only slaves,
We'll speak to our posterity,
That they may give You praise.

Your Word

Your word is all I need to live,
For in Your tongue is life and death,
And through Your word does all exist,
This nourishment is all my breath.

Your word is all I need to hear,
No word of others will suffice.
No matter where words may appear,
I only want the words of Christ.

Your word is all I need to read,
To sanctify my mind and soul,
Absorbing in my memory,
Your word to challenge and console.

Your word is all I need to speak,
And let my lips speak what is true.
Then anyone who hears me teach,
Will not hear me, but only You.