Walking is the perfect way of moving if you want to see into the life of things. It is the one way of freedom. If you go to a place on anything but your own feet you are taken there too fast, and miss a thousand delicate joys that were waiting for you by the wayside. Elizabeth von Arnim

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Sunday, January 03, 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:

eileeninmd said...

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

Shilpa said...

Lovely
God bless
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Deb J. in Utah said...

A great poem and so true! Happy Sunday to you!

Ruth Hiebert said...

Those are lovely words.

The Furry Gnome said...

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

CountryMum said...

A lovely post.

Cat Lover said...

Great post, have a good week!

Anonymous said...

Lovely poem of a very precious book.