This is Your Word,
dear God—not mine;
I am but letting
Your light shine.
Your Word that never
returns to You void—
by this Word I am held,
supported, buoyed.
This Word goes out,
goes through the walls
to answer a million
anguished calls.
It cannot be fruitless—
Your Word is power.
Thank you, dear God,
for strength in this hour.
