Helping.
Spreading hope.
Our compass.
Guiding and encouraging.
Truth.
And a reminder in a song.
Those words are holy.
Handed down through generations.
Faithful ones, sharing their journey.
Changing us.
Molding us into the children we were created to be.
The sustenance in my life.
Evermore so these past 17 and a half months.
When time stopped.
The Ancient Word breathing life.
Word by word.
Though by thought.
Reminder by reminder.
The Captain at the helm.
Guiding.
Steering toward the end.
The final walk,
Life eternal.
Forever in Glory.
Michael W. Smith
Ancient Words
