Word

I set alone and read,
of prophets and kings,
of heaven and hell,
of wonderful things.

I soak in the Word,
Like water running on my head,
His word runs to my heart,
It sticks there, like a dart.

When asked about life,
and Where is God?
I share from my Word.
It cuts like a knife.

Is Jesus real,
Life an illision?
I point to creation,
Draw your own conclusion.