In written form I am found,
My beginning and end are bound,
Six chapters full of instruction,
To guide and bring about destruction.
I speak of freedom and of grace,
Of faith that puts us in our place,
I warn of legalism’s snare,
And how to live in love and care.
My author wrote with urgency,
To keep the Galatians from emergency,
To keep them firm in truth and right,
To guard them from false gospel’s blight.
What am I?