My Mother's Bible

There's a dear and precious Book
Though it's worn and faded now
Which recalls those happy days of long ago
When I stood at mother's knee
With her hand upon my brow
And I heard her voice in gentle tones and low

Blessed Book, precious Book
On thy dear old tear stained leaves
I love to look
Thou art sweeter day by day
As I walk the narrow way
That leads at last to that bright home above

As she read the stories o'er
Of those mighty men of old
Of Joseph and of Daniel and their trials
Of little David bold
Who became a king at last
Of Satan and his many wicked wiles

Blessed Book, precious Book
On thy dear old tear stained leaves
I love to look
Thou art sweeter day by day
As I walk the narrow way
That leads at last to that bright home above

Then she read of Jesus' love
As He blessed the children dear
How He suffered, bled and died upon the tree
Of His heavy load of care
Then she dried my flowing tears
With her kisses as she said it was for me

Blessed Book, precious Book
On thy dear old tear stained leaves
I love to look
Thou art sweeter day by day
As I walk the narrow way
That leads at last to that bright home above

Well, those days are past and gone
But their memory lingers still
And the dear old Book
Each day has been my guide
And I seek to do His will
As my mother taught me then
And ever in my heart His Words abide

Blessed Book, precious Book
On thy dear old tear stained leaves
I love to look
Thou art sweeter day by day
As I walk the narrow way
That leads at last to that bright home above

Proverbs 31:28
"Her children arise up
And call her blessed
Her husband also
And he praiseth her."

A Tribute to Mothers

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