This Old Bible ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

Each morning as the sun,
rises up to shine
I pick up this old Bible
I faithfully call mine.

It is marked and highlighted,
some pages are a little torn
the cover on the outside
appears too a little worn.

It’s been with me for years,
it has been like a friend
it’s helped through the curves
guided me around each bend.

I have learned a lot from it,
it’s given me needed direction
it had for me all the answers
as I followed it’s instruction.

Each night as the sun,
dips into the night . . .
I pick up this old Bible
to shine on me the Light!


Psalm 143:8

Let the morning bring me
word of your unfailing love,
for I have put my trust in you.
Show me the way I should go,
for to you I entrust my life

King James Version

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