Your Word O Lord
Will surely stand secure
Through the fire and the rain
In my plenty and my pain
Your Word is the same
Your Word O Lord
Is the rock on which I stand
It is where I lay my head
Its the table where I'm fed
All that's pure and right and true
Is laid out before me
Your Word O Lord it is sweeter than honey to me
It goes behind and before it illumines the path at my feet
When I walk through valleys of darkness and need some relief
Your Word carries me
Your Word O Lord
Is firm in it's decree
What You will come to pass
It is fixed eternally
And though nations rage and
And times they change
Your Word shall ever be
Your Word O Lord it is sweeter than honey to me
It goes behind and before it illumines the path at my feet
When I walk through valleys of darkness and need some relief
Your Word carries me
When your breakers crash over me
There is one thing that gives me peace
When my spirit's cast down in the dust
Your Word is all I need
Your Word O Lord it is sweeter than honey to me
It goes behind and before it illumines the path at my feet
When I walk through valleys of darkness and need some relief
Your Word carries me
Your Word carries me
Your Word carries me