The sacred page in stillness speaks to all,
Its words, unerring, carved by heaven’s hand,
No flaw within its truth shall ever fall,
A rock eternal where the faithful stand.

Its beauty flows like rivers pure and deep,
Each verse a jewel, each line a golden thread,
Through ages vast, its promises it keeps,
A living voice that wakes the silent dead.

No mortal pen could match its holy art,
Nor time erode the light it freely gives,
It binds the soul and purifies the heart,
In every breath of scripture, beauty lives.

So stands the Word, unblemished, fair, and true,
A gift divine, forever born anew.