To those who say the Bible is
The Word of God complete:
I find that every age of man
With His Word is replete.
To Adam in the Garden then,
With Eve, his wife, as well,
God spoke, and gave command
... Even when he fell.
And Adam and his sons of yore
Made sacrifice to God
And pleased Him, or dissatisfied,
According to His Word.
Though we no longer have the words
Writ down for us to see,
The Word of God they were back then,
And sure, they still would be.
Down through the ages, God did speak
To prophets known by us,
And many more now quite forgot.
It has been ever thus.
When Jesus came, He chose out Twelve,
Commissioned them to preach,
To baptize in His name, to heal,
To seal on earth, and teach.
He made them prophets, gave them pow'r
To speak His Word to men.
Some of which was written down,
And some was lost to ken.
And when the Twelve had done the work
The Lord had given them,
And faithful Saints had lost their lives
For New Jerusalem,
The Church no longer dwelt on earth
In truth and purity,
It's power drawn from man, not God,
For governments chose priests at will,
And councils doctrines formed,
And so the Church of Satan grew,
And true believers stormed.
So Darkness fell upon the world
A thousand years, or more.
The written Word that was preserved
Was locked away in store,
Until the light began to shine
Upon the darkened world.
A glimpse of Truth from God above
Into the dark was hurled.
God's Spirit once again did move
Upon the watery deep.
Explorers moved across the seas,
Their destinies to keep.
A Promised Land, long hid from view
And searching minds did yearn
For freedom from corruption
And God's true ways to learn.
A New World gained its Liberty,
A Nation born to God.
A Prophet, and God's priesthood
Upon the earth now trod.
Fresh revelations came from God
Bringing truths long lost,
Illuminating what Christ did
For us, and at what cost.
The Bible, though it is God's word
Is finite still, you see;
God's Word is Infinite, so fills
Up all Eternity.
April 25, 2004
I'm sorry, Sir or Ma'am, to say
That David Sawyer's gone away.
I'm not sure when I'll reappear
So don't leave any message here.
When I return, you'll know I'm back,
'Cause this will play it's former track.
Until that time, I'll tell you true,
I wish the very best for you.
But if you must, this tape will beep,
And if there's room, your message keep.
When I get home, I will rewind
And try to answer each I find.
April 28, 200