Once I loved thee… KJV

Once, I loved thee… KJV.
Thou wert my first love.
You were measured, majestic and timeless.
Every word chosen with restraint, every sentence a psalm.
You were poetry wrapped in reverence, saying much with little,
leaving space for wonder, mystery, and holy pause.
You were the only love of my life.
Until the day I met AMPC.
Oh, AMPC.
Your length bowled me over.
Where KJV whispered, you explained.
Where KJV hinted, you clarified…
parentheses upon parentheses,
layers unfolding like a teacher who refuses to leave anyone behind.
Verbose, yes.
But generous.
You left nothing to the imagination
and somehow made that feel like safety.
AMPC waltzed me around the room,
slow and deliberate,
each step annotated,
each turn defined.
And then…
as we danced…
I noticed another.
He entered in bright colours:
red.
yellow.
green.
blue.
purple.
TPT.
And just like that,
my heart was snatched.
He was bold.
He was intimate.
He didn’t explain… he felt
He didn’t define… he invited.
Scripture breathed, and language blushed.
The Word leaned close and spoke my name.
I still miss you, KJV.
I always will.
But for now, TPT and AMPC will remain my companions…
guiding, stretching, and meeting me
where I am.
Because the Word wears many garments,
and in each one,
He still reveals Himself.