When the Page Spoke

I was reading my Bible
just another quiet day,
turning thin and holy pages
in a simple, steady way.

But then a verse caught hold of me,
soft as breath, yet strong as flame,
and something deep within my heart
would never read the same.

It wasn’t thunder, wasn’t lightning,
no trembling earth beneath my feet
just truth written long ago
whispering, “Stop. Listen. Seek.”

The words were simple, but they pierced
right through excuses I’d made,
right through fear, right through pride,
right into the space where prayers are prayed.

And suddenly the world felt clearer
gentler, slower, realigned.
I saw grace where I saw failure,
saw His mercy redefine.

I closed the Book, but not the lesson
His voice lingered in my soul,
reminding me that one verse, one moment
can shift everything
and make a broken heart feel whole.

So now I turn the pages differently
not rushing, but ready to see
the next quiet miracle waiting
where God’s Word
meets
me. 

Psa 119:105  Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path. 

For God’s Honor and Glory

MarkWaldrop