The Dusty Bible


October 17, 2008

                       I found an old old Bible

                           tucked away with other books.

                       And felt perhaps a treasure lay

                           within its pages – so I looked.

 

                       I didn’t find a treasure rare

                           inside the book itself.

                       But upon the faded pages

                           were gifts beyond man’s wealth.

 

                       The words told a wondrous story

                           about a time I’d never seen.  

                       Of a cross with blood upon it;

                           of a man Who died for me.

 

                       I thought I’d find possessions

                           searching that forgotten nook.

                       Instead I found my Lord and Savior

                           hidden in a dusty book.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



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