The Word is the World

Fixing my eyes on the pages, I do not want anything else. Why is it that I have not turned to this before? Why is it that this paper, this word of God, has me in some sort of trance that I cannot loose? What is it that has me so undoubtedly fixated on the Holy One, the King of my Life? What about this book seems to last through all time, weather and war? Is it divine? It is truth...divine truth. The One on the throne has spoken it, so it shall be written by the hands of David, John, and Paul. So the hands of the servant scribe the words that are uttered from the One True God's lips. This word, THIS WORD IS THE WORLD TO ME. It is the truth, the life, the All of me. I lean on it for understanding, direction, and wisdom. I know I can't live without it, and yet I test its limits...how far can I go? The Bible, this is the book I speak of. But you already knew that. If you didn't...ask me. I'd be more than willing to let you in.