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Sunday, January 3, 2016

An Old Book

My Old Bible

Though the cover is worn
And the pages are torn.
And though places bear traces of tears;
Yet more precious than gold
Is this Book, worn and old,
That can shatter and scatter my fears.
When I prayerfully look 
In this precious old Book,
Many pleasures and treasures I see;
Many tokens of love 
from the Father above,
Who is nearest and dearest to me.
This old Book is my Guide, 
It's 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 each day.

Let His Word be your Guide.

A blessed Sunday to you all.
Jesus loves you.
happyone : )

8 comments:

  1. Lovely post, happy Sunday to you! Enjoy your new week ahead!

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  2. Lovely
    God bless
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  3. A great poem and so true! Happy Sunday to you!

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  4. A blessed Sunday to you too. I still have the Bible i was given in Sunday School as a child.

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