In the hush of ancient words, I find my refuge,
Where psalms dance with angels and prophets sing.
The King James Version, a celestial tapestry,
Woven by hands touched by divine fire.

I. The Majestic Tongue

Each verse, a gem in the crown of language,
Its syllables echoing through centuries.
Shakespearean cadence, regal and grand,
Whispers of heaven in earthly tongues.

II. The Sacred Echo

As ink met parchment, revelation flowed,
Mountains trembled, seas parted, and hearts stirred.
From Genesis to Revelation, a cosmic symphony,
God’s breath carried on the wings of ink.

III. The Unseen Weave

Behind the words, mysteries unfurl:
The burning bush, the parting sea,
The Bethlehem star, the empty tomb.
In every “thee” and “thou,” eternity resides.

IV. The Anointed Quill

Translators, scholars, their brows furrowed,
Guided by light, they wove truth into syllables.
Their ink, a sacred anointing, bridging realms,
A bridge from mortal clay to celestial glory.

V. The Whispered Amen

So I read, not as a scholar, but as a seeker,
My heart echoing the psalmist’s cry.
In the KJV, I find solace and challenge,
A compass pointing true north to the Divine.

VI. The Living Word

For in these pages, Christ walks among letters,
His voice a whisper in the rustling leaves.
The King James Version—a cathedral of ink,
Where faith and poetry entwine, forevermore.

Amen.