Words for Word

I heard,
in the beginning was the word
before the earth started spinning

the congregation nod,
that the word was with God
occurred before we needed linen

before our innocence dissolved,
when they bit the apple and we evolved
and He lowered his gable

passing a judgement of pain,
before blood started to call Cain
as a tower of words tumbled to babble

the psalms that drift on my breath,
while I step through the valley of death
fearing no evil

that may spark,
the phrases ferried on the Ark
during the Flood’s upheaval

stored in,
waters baptizing Christ from the river Jordan
stream in the blood the Savior bleed

on the field like a fountain
say I can move a mountain
if I have  the faith as a mustard seed...