|
|
The Word Of God
By George MacDonald
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!
Extra Info:
|
|
Printable Page
Add Your Thoughts on this poem.
This page viewed 370 times.
|
|