My Word

My Word

Why so insecure?

For you are in secure.

For you are in security.

For I have placed you in the secure place.

I have placed your hand in the hand of security.

For your hand is placed in my hand.

Hold up.

For it is I that holds you up.

For there is no hold up, only that which holds you up.

No matter the terrain. No matter that nature of the path. The quality of the land makes no difference to me.

For I have a firm grip upon you.

In the place of the slip, I have a grip.

A grip in the place of the slip.

For it is I that holds you up.

I have a firm grip on you and I am not letting go.

Psalms 37:23-24 The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord, And He delights in his way. Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down; For the Lord upholds him with His hand.

For it is I that taps you on the back, that pats you on the back in the secure place.

For there is no place in which you need to feel insecure.

For it is I that watches over you.

For it is I that watches over my word to perform.

Say “my word”

Repeat after me “my word”

For they will repeat after you “my word”

You will hear an echo of my word.

For I have given the words from your lips such weight. Such bearing. Upon these words I will build something new.

Psalms 37:23-24 The steps of a [good] man are directed and established by the Lord when He delights in his way [and He busies Himself with his every step]. Though he falls, he shall not be utterly cast down, for the Lord grasps his hand in support and upholds him.

For my word shall establish.

For my word shall build.

For my word shall proclaim.

For my word shall manifest.

For my word holds you up.

For it shall be as you describe.

Paint a picture for me and watch it come to life.

Gloss over.

Gloss over.

Gloss over.

Gloss over.

Gloss over.

Gloss over.

For no one shall gloss over that which I proclaim.

For I will gloss over that which I proclaim.

For I will put a gloss over that which I proclaim.

Like a billboard, like a beacon it shines, it sparkles.

Like a neon sign it glows.

It shines in the darkness.

It attracts attention.

It announces my intent.

It invites action.

Engraved upon the darkness.

Welded to that which holds it up.

Immoveable, unable to be erased.

You will see my hand upon it. The sparks shall fly upward. You will see the words indelibly imprinted upon the ground.

For the words form by my hand.

1 Kings 17:1-2 ELIJAH THE Tishbite, of the temporary residents of Gilead, said to Ahab, As the Lord, the God of Israel, lives, before Whom I stand, there shall not be dew or rain these years but according to My word. And the word of the Lord came to him, saying…