Oh Lord how sweet are thy words to me
How comforting! How lovely.
They soothe my anxious heart
They heal my weary soul
They are strength to my bones
They are life to my failing flesh
Oh how sweet!
Thy words are directions to my wandering feet
Instructions to my wayward heart
O Lord how I love thy words!
They melt my fears
They embolden me
I face my foes
I win life’s battle because of thy words
Oh how sweet! How lovely.
I have hope, hope of eternity
I have peace, eternal peace
I have joy, joy unceasing
All because of thy words
Oh how sweet! How lovely.
Oh grace grant thou me
That daily I may feast on thy words
That I may reflect daily on the wisdom therein
Grace grant thou me
That I may follow steadily every detail of thy words
When all is said and done,
May thy words lead me to thy feet
Oh how sweet are thy words oh Lord!
(c) P. G. Okyere Asante, November, 2016
When I shared this poem with my husband, he asked, “Since when did you start writing poems?” I responded that poetry is part of the mine of gifts that have not been unearthed.
I can’t completely explain how I felt when I wrote the poem, but I know I was unwell; I had been to the hospital a number of times. The symptoms I saw scared me badly. Fear crippled me. I wasn’t only physically unwell but was emotionally and spiritually disturbed. I felt light and empty. I woke up in the morning and instead of feeling renewed, I rather felt tired. I struggled to step out of the house. No energy, no drive, no zeal even when I had things to attend to out there.
I had said few prayers both quietly and aloud: “Oh Lord have mercy on me!” “I am strong in Jesus’ name.” I blurted these out a couple of times yet nothing changed.
So I picked my Bible and began to feed on it. It was my major task. I read and read. I took break to eat, then came back to it. I did that for three days. On the fourth day I had renewed energy. I went out to do some weeding on our compound, something I hadn’t really done before. It was while clearing the weeds that the words poured out of my heart. I wrote them down while going to bed.
For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart (Hebrews 4:12).
The word had entered my soul and spirit, it had entered my joints and marrow to give strength to my body. It entered my heart and thought to drive away fear of the non-existent. The word had healed my anxious heart.
As we commit ourselves to studying God’s word every single day and completing the entire Bible in a year, make the most of it. It may seem like a waste of time but it’s not; in fact it is a great time saver. Be encouraged. Fight on!