The Holy Bible
November 25, 2009admin Comments OffThough 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.
This old Book is my guide.
Its a friend by my side.
It will lighten and brighten my way;
And each promise I find,
Soothes and gladdens the mind,
As I read it and heed it each day.
To this Book I will cling,
Of its worth I will sing,
Though great losses and crosses be mine;
For I cannot despair,
Though surrounded by care,
While possessing this blessing Divine.
Bulletin Digest 2008