Many They Are Searching,
All Over This Big Earth,
But Won't Somebody Tell Me,
What Is It All Worth?
So Many They Walk Out,
Their Door Everyday,
Into This World,
Searching For A New Way.
When All Of The Answers,
Have Been Given To Us.
Yet They Just Lay There,
Covered All In Dust.
Many They Are Racing,
Just As Fast As They Can,
In Order To Have,
What They Want In Their Hands.
Yet They All Are Passing,
So Many Wonderful Things,
When They Pass The Word Written,
By The Mighty King.
It Is The Bible Written,
Written With His Love,
Straight From His Throne,
Where He's Sitting Up Above.
It Is Our Mighty Sword,
Written In Black And White.
It Has Been Given To Us,
In Order For Us To Fight.
When Applied To One's Life,
How They Come To Know,
That It Has Been Given,
To Strengthen Their Very Soul.
For It Is The Truth,
That By God Has Been Told
And It Is More Precious,
Then The Purest Of Fine Gold.
Cathy Jo Moore
© 1991
