Poem November 30, 1981 ISSUE

On anvil of His Word

CORA SLAUGHTER

Is not my word like as a fire?
saith the Lord; and like a hammer
that breaketh the rock in pieces?
(Jeremiah 23:29)

How then can error stand?
Or even claim to be?

Reduced to rubble by His Word,
consumed in Soul's white flame,

sin, sickness, death are proven nullity!

Now, forged on anvil of His Word
—intrinsic gold revealed—
Truth's hammer, Spirit's fire,
weld perfect you, perfect me,
wrought in Mind eternally.

CORA SLAUGHTER

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