“What is truth?” old Pilate asked,
And men still ask today. —
If you were asked the question, friend,
Just what would you have to say?
Could you give an answer, friend,
That’s based on cold, hard fact,
In a day when “truth” seems relative
To the way men want to act?
Do you know the Truth, my friend,
In Whom all fulness dwells,
Or have you fallen for Satan’s lies
And doomed yourself to hell?
For Truth is found in Jesus Christ,
And nowhere else at all;
In point of fact, He is The Truth
In all things, great and small.
By Him in truth were all things made
That we see or cannot see,
From sun and moon and stars and atoms
And, yes, friend, you and me.
December 12, 1998
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