The Book
There’s no dust upon the Bible,
no dust upon the holy word,
Because it lays upon your table
never read never heard.
It is the perfect scrapbook
holding
all your special things,
Used as decoration
not for the peace it brings.
It lays for all who come to visit
and admire its binding gold,
And run their fingers over the leather
which hold stories to be told.
They say, "Oh how lovely!"
and you puff up with selfish pride,
Because no rips or dog eared pages
do you have to hide.
Sometimes it’s opened to show a picture
of our Lord for display,
Never once do you pick it up
and read or hold it while you pray.
Yes, it’s a showpiece laying in a place
no one can miss to see,
I’m just glad this pretty unused book
does not belong to me.
My Bible is torn and ragged
the binding loose and frail,
But to me it has beauty
pictures worn out with no detail.
Its pages have all been turned
so many times they are thin,
Because I have read it and know
all the stories held within.
There’s no dust upon my Bible,
no dust upon its holy word,
A Bible cannot gather dust
if it’s being read and heard.
Yes, it holds a lot of my special saved up memory things,
But it is used daily for the peace
and love it brings.
So you take your pretty book
and let it lay to be displayed,
And I’ll take mine and remember
all the times I’ve prayed.
When it comes to a Bible
mine will win without a doubt,
For its use has added to its beauty
though it’s all worn out!
~ Norma Marek ~
© 2 August 2003
 
 
|
|
|
|
