The word
In the beginning there was the word
A beautiful line, a thousand times heard
With the genesis of these words I form my bubble
To protect me against the world's rubble
Christ's light is mine to bear
His word is mine to share
Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741