Introduction from the Poet
Beloved reader,
In a world that endlessly offers its remedies—vain philosophies that twist like smoke, and therapies that soothe but cannot save—I have turned my eyes and pen to the one unfailing Source. Psalm 107:20 declares with divine simplicity: “He sent his word, and healed them, and delivered them from their destructions.”
This truth kindled the verses that follow. I wrote them not as mere poetry, but as a humble declaration of worship. No earthly wisdom, however eloquent, can compare to the living, active, perfect Word of our Triune God—Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. It is this Holy Word alone that pierces darkness, shatters chains, heals the broken, and sustains the redeemed.
May these lines exalt the Lord who speaks, and may they stir your heart to trust in Him completely. To God alone be all glory, now and forever.
In awe of His sovereign Word,
The Poet
Dedication
To the Triune God—
Father, who spoke the worlds into being,
Son, the Living Word made flesh,
and Holy Spirit, the Breath of Life—
This poem is humbly offered in adoration and thanksgiving.
May it exalt Your Holy, living, perfect Word above all philosophies, therapies, and earthly wisdom, and may it bring comfort and deliverance to every weary soul who reads it.
Soli Deo Gloria.
Psalm 107:20 — He sent his word, and healed them, and delivered them from their destructions.
In shadowed vales where mortal hearts decay,
Where fevers rage and chains of sin enthrall,
The Triune God, in sovereign mercy’s sway,
Dispatches forth His Word, and heals them all.
No thunder’s roar, no lightning’s fierce array,
No kingly edict borne on trumpets’ call,
Can match the power of that living ray—
The Holy Word that breaks the grave’s dark thrall.
Father, who spoke creation’s vast design,
Son, the Eternal Logos, flesh made light,
Spirit, who breathes the fire of truth divine—
One God in Three, in perfect glory bright.
He sent His Word across the wilderness,
To souls in bondage, lost in deep despair;
It pierced the night of woe and deep distress,
And lo! the broken rise, made whole and fair.
What force on earth or hell can e’er compare
To this almighty utterance of grace?
Not by vain philosophies or therapy’s care,
But by the Holy, living, perfect Word of God we are healed—
It topples empires, lifts the fallen there,
And turns the mourner’s tears to songs of praise.
O Triune Lord, Thy Word shall ever stand,
Unshaken rock in time’s relentless flood;
By it we live, by it delivered and sustained—
The greatest power is Thine, O Triune God!
Passionately Pursuing Christ 