Sometimes my words just came like frost ,
or like a sudden summer’s rain.
I know not where they came from,
from my heart or from my brain;
but they sometimes would dance for joy
as when a sinner does come home,
I hoped sometimes they'd salve a wound,
or mend a broken bone.
But, In the beginning was the Word
and praise God, that Word was spoken,
and one day God incarnate came
and God’s Word cannot be broken. -id