The Word is full of veins of gold
Which we can mine, our lives to mold...
Endless riches freely flowing,
Wisdom's benefits bestowing.
Oh, what blessings there abound!
Oh, what treasure can be found...
Enduring truth, eternal gain,
Countless joys... an endless rain.
"For as the rain cometh down, and the snow from heaven, and returneth not thither, but watereth the earth, and maketh it bring forth and bud, that it may give seed to the sower, and bread to the eater: so shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it."
Isaiah 55:10-11 KJV
© 2016 Arlene Schwartzkopf