POEM

My Bible:
Though the cover is worn, and the pages are torn, and places bear traces of tears,
Yet more precious than gold, is the Book worn and old, that can shatter and scatter my fears.
When I prayerfully look, in the precious old Book, as my eyes scan the pages I see,
Many tokens of love, from the Father above, who is the nearest and dearest to me.
The old Book is my guide, ‘Tis 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 and heed it today.
(a beautiful poem but the author is unknown)