The King’s English

I heard an old-time preacher speak Without one reference to the Greek.”The

King James Bible I hold in my hand Is God´s holy words on which I stand!”And

then the scholars came along, And said the preacher had it wrong.”Conflations

here, rescissions there, And scribal errors everywhere.

A book ´essentially correct,´ But not in every last respect.”

“A ´fairly certain´ word” they say, “To light our path and guide our way.”

Then in despair I bowed my head. “We have no word of God,” I said.

If some of this old Book is wrong, Pray tell, what else does not belong?

Will still more manuscripts be found? And make us go another round?

Correcting, changing, taking out; Creating questions, fear and doubt?

Must more discoveries come to light Before we finally get it right?

Will precious doctrines fade away Because of what the scholars say?

How many “errors” must we purge Because of what the scholars urge?

How many versions must we make? How many changes can we take?

How will we ever know we’re through? And that we possess a Scripture true?

If man must find God’s word, my friend, When will the changes ever end?

Then back to the Book again I fled To find out what my Father said

“Forever settled .  .  . never fade;” This promise God the Spirit made.

A thousand generations hence; That seems a pretty strong defense.

A “perfect Book?” Then it must be, Man can´t improve what God gave me.

“The King´s book” is infallibly true, Instructing us in all that we do.

Preserved by God, not found by men, Inscribed by God the Spirit´s pen.

If God or scholars you must choose, Be sure the ´experts´ always lose.

Don’t give them a second look, Just keep believing this old Book.
— Author Unknown —