The Dusty Bible
By Marcia K. Leaser
March 9, 2012
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
a time I’d never seen.
A cross with blood upon it;
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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