In all things we remember
How finite is our life,
And only God's Word has power
To save us from any strife.
To trifle with its value
Is like denying our need,
For the work in all that we do
Have no fruit without the Seed.
We can know the lines and read,
Maybe experts and hold positions-
But if in the Word we fail indeed
He is not there in our actions.
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