The Word… the Word.
In the beginning was the Word.
The Word was with God,
and the Word was God.
The Word became flesh.
The Word who knew no sin
became sin,
that I might be atoned.
I pause to think;
what does it truly mean?
“I am the way, the truth, and the life.”
Strong words.
Definite words.
A sharp, two-edged sword.
The Word.
A light to my path;
that same Word,
guiding, cutting, healing.
How marvelous it is.
Today, I reflect on the significance of His birth.
The Word has come
so that I may have a voice.
Of all the words spoken, written, and remembered,
only one truly matters.
The Word.
