More Beautiful than Poetry

Today I sat with Bible in hand
pondering lifes moments and nature so grand
I thought about the way the world turns and
how fires dances and burns.

I thought about the wonder of created things.
Artistic and poetic it all seems.
I thought about life and the end of it.
I thought about God and the mystery of it.
I thought about pain, love, nightmares and dreams.

I thought alot and all answers came to dull end.
then luckily a friend came beakoned me in.
he opend the bible that sat upon my lap.
He opend wide pages of wisdom and song
He opened wide mysteries broken
He even gave me a Psalm.

More Beautiful than Poetry your Word is to me
More Beautiful than a waterfall or flowing stream
more Beautiful than the Sun Upon a Morning Dusk
More Beautiful than Elephants trampling with lifted tusk
More Beautiful that the universe in all its glory
More intriging than any written story
More Powerful in the world in all it's Glory
your Word is to me.

More Beautiful than any written word
Uncovering attitude, spirit and thought.
More Beautiful than all words can ever say
More real than Death and Life of Today.
More gripping than any old movie
More musical than songs from a Symphony
Your Word is to me.

So I thought all of these things will
Bible laid bare. As wind blew pages open
to mysteries I did not dare. To place I could not touch
To explain this world that I must live.
To know that I must for forgive just to live
To understand and love like my father did.
To me this word is more beautiful than any poetry.

-LFJ