The Word Woven Within

A seed of light, the Word takes root,
Deep in the soul’s eternal soot.
God’s breath, a stream, both fierce and still,
Carves rivers through the heart’s soft hill.

It whispers life where shadows sleep,
A sacred tide, unyielding, deep.
In every pulse, its cadence hums,
The song of all that yet becomes.

Through woven threads of grace divine,
We trace the Christ, the living vine.
Each encounter, holy, pure,
Binds us to the love that endures.

Eternal flow, unbroken stream,
Awakens truth within the dream.
In harmony, we rise, we blend,
One with the Word, without end.