Through two millennia of shifting sand,
One timeless book remains to guide the land.
Not by the whims of men or passing trends,
But by a sacred thread that never ends.

With Sixty-Six distinct, inspired pieces,
The canon stands secure as doubt decreases;
A perfect shield of truth, completely whole,
Preserved by God to anchor every soul.
The skeptics sought to tear the pages down,
To bury ancient truths beneath the town.
Yet from the caves where dead-sea shadows lay,
The oldest scrolls stepped out into the day—
Unchanging words, exact in every line,
Proving the text original, divine.

Through two millennia of shifting sand,
One timeless book remains to guide the land.
Not by the whims of men or passing trends,
But by a sacred thread that never ends.

Through thousands of copies, the data is clear:
The structural truth has survived year to year.
We do not have to guess or blind our sight,
For archaeology has brought the light.
The kings, the cities, and the ancient dust
All rise to prove the scripture worth our trust.
It is no fable, myth, or clever lie,
But history that time cannot deny.
So hold it close and let your fears depart,
The proven Word will fortify your heart!

Through two millennia of shifting sand,
One timeless book remains to guide the land.
Not by the whims of men or passing trends,
But by a sacred thread that never ends.