
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!
~~~~~
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
Public Domain
Copyright 2022
Deborah Ann Belka
~ to GOD be the GLORY ~
December 3rd, 2022 at 7:28 PM
Great poem! I love my old Bible!
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December 4th, 2022 at 9:48 AM
I have newer ones but I love reading from my older one!
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December 4th, 2022 at 6:15 PM
Aww how precious is a seasoned and worn Bible!
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December 2nd, 2022 at 10:45 PM
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December 4th, 2022 at 9:37 AM
Thank you ♥ Tonya ♥ for blessing me with a link to my post 🙂 ~ to GOD be the GLORY ~
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December 2nd, 2022 at 5:48 PM
Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
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December 4th, 2022 at 9:42 AM
~ to GOD be the GLORY ~
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