The Word

The Word descended into space
And caused the limbs of men to quake;
That power and authority
Men must seek eternally.


His loving words I could not hear
Over riotous shrieks of fear
From men like me who saw Him not
But heard each other's heartless plot.


The summons of His mystic voice
Offered for me no other choice
Than to pursue His every sound
That showered down on all around.


The sounds of nothingness did so
Congest the air's confusion though
That but an instant of His song
Was heard by me above the throng...


I saw those people, molded clay
In mind-forged shackles of dismay,
And everything they touched 'came low
And out of sight but from below.


All matters of this universe
Were lost before a single verse
Of what He brought from far beyond
Those hyper-minds of pantheon.


In the surge no mind can flow,
My heart was crushed with every blow
Of every feeble mind of naught
That perverted God-ward thought.


But through His presence was I shown
The pathway of the skyward home.


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