THE BOOK
Setting on a table in the living room
Is a book so tattered and torn,
Because of the age of this masterpiece
The pages are definitely worn.
It's the old family Bible upon the table
So easy for all within reach,
It's been used by those in our family,
To learn, as well as to preach.
To learn of God's love for creation
To learn of His promise to man,
To bring us peace and salvation
Knowing that with Him we always can ...
Live a life filled with promise
Know of His love found within,
Remembering that for us He perished
For us, He died, taking our sin!
That old family Bible is there
It holds so many valuable things,
It contains above all His word
But with memories it loudly rings.
Inside is a dried, withered rose
Preserved from a time long past,
It once was a part of a loving bouquet
That through ages it somehow would last.
There are notes so neatly written,
Of birth, of love and those gone
A history of a dear family,
Each reading creates a new dawn!
And God is the center of this book
That has been in our family for years,
He is the foundation of living,
He's been there through the laughter and tears.
So lying there on the table alone
With its pages so tattered and torn,
Is a book that will never get dusty
But its pages will always be worn.
And His word will be a part
Of the lives that are yet to be,
And this old, tattered family Bible,
Will always be a treasure to me!
Author Unknown
Note: This poem was sent to me by a friend in the Friendships Crossroads Webring. Thanks, Christina!
