Generation follows generation
– yet it lives.
Nations rise and fall
– yet it lives.
Kings, dictators, rulers come and go
– yet it lives.
Torn, condemned, burned
– yet it lives.
Hated, despised, cursed
– yet it lives.
Doubted, suspected, criticized
– yet it lives.
Damned by atheists
– yet it lives.
Scoffed at by scorners
– yet it lives.
Exaggerated by fanatics
– yet it lives.
Misconstrued and misstated
– yet it lives.
Ranted and raved about
– yet it lives.
Its inspiration denied
– yet it lives.
Yet it lives
– as a lamp to our feet.
Yet it lives
– as a light to our paths.
Yet it lives
– as the gate to Heaven.
Yet it lives
– as a standard for childhood.
Yet it lives
– as a guide for youth.
Yet it lives
– as an inspiration for the matured.
Yet it lives
– as a comfort for the aged.
Yet it lives
– as food for the hungry.
Yet it lives
– as water for the thirsty.
Yet it lives
– as rest for the weary.
Yet it lives
– as light for the heathen.
Yet it lives
– as salvation for the sinner.
Yet it lives
– as grace for the believer.
To know it is to love it.
To love it is to accept it.
To accept it means life eternal.
-Written by 0. Woods
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Amen, Amen and Amen Kate!!
Great poem!
Oh yea the picture in your last post looks a whole lot like the Adriatic coast, is it?
Tori, the picture may be from the Adriatic coast. A friend of mine took pics while on vacation and allowed me to use them. However, I cannot recall where it was. Poor memory :-\ Kate
The Bible stands like a rock undaunted through the raging storms of time….
Great poem, thanks for it! I enjoy dropping by your blog.
BTW, great pic of the coast of Illyricum!
Is that where it is? Thanks Bro. Tim!