The Word
Honey, nature’s Healer
Mender of broken hearts,
He will make me pure
Strengthen me all of my days.
The Scroll, He lives forevermore,
In times of need, yes , i will soar
Open it in my depths
Let it seep through my soul.
For a little while, we don’t see You
Yet we will give our all.
The Giver of faith and life
That lets me continue through all strife.
Oh, me, wretched man!
How could you fail and fall?
The Rock will cleanse
The contrite of heart,
The Bread broken for you and all.
Let your countenance fall, you pride
For the Word is the Hammer,
Who breaks the wall
Let His fire burn into your heart
Take heed to the Voice of Mercy
Eat the Honey set before you,
That you may live.