In Bible Doctrines For Today, Tony and I came across this poem. It reminded me of my own dear Bible, and really touched my heart. In fact, it made me cry.
My own BIble is well worn from use...its pages tattered, torn, and lovingly marked. In actuality, it's only about four years old, but, from constant use, it is falling apart. I still use it on a daily basis, however...sometimes only one section at a time. The Book is, literally, in pieces. I love my Bible. It's words are precious to me!
How blessed we are to be in a country where we're still free enough to own our own copy of God's precious Word, and read it as often as we choose. People in many countries aren't that fortunate.
Now, here's that poem...
MY BIBLE
Though the cover is worn,
And the pages are torn,
And though places bear traces of tears,
Yet more precious than gold
Is the Book worn and old,
That can shatter and scatter my fears.
When I prayerfully look
In the precious old Book,
As my eyes scan the pages I see
Many tokens of love
From the Father above,
Who is nearest and dearest to me.
This old Book is my guide,
'Tis a friend by my side,
It will lighten and brighten my way;
And each promise I find
soothes and gladdens my mind
As I read it and heed it today.
-Author Unknown | 
• Jan. 13, 2007 - Untitled Comment