The Word Of God Poem by George MacDonald

The Word Of God



Where the bud has never blown
Who for scent is debtor?
Where the spirit rests unknown
Fatal is the letter.

In thee, Jesus, Godhead-stored,
All things we inherit,
For thou art the very Word
And the very Spirit!

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George MacDonald

George MacDonald

Huntly, Aberdeenshire, Scotland
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