My Old Bible

My Old Bible
Through the cover be worn,
And the pages are torn ,
And through places bear 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 ,
Many pleasures and treasures I see;
Many tokens of love ,
From the Father above ,
Who is nearest and dearest to me .

This old Book I is my guide,
‘Tis a friend by my side ,
It will lighten and brighten my way ,
Soothes and gladdens the mind ,
As I read it and heed it today .

To this Book I will cling ,
Of its worth I will sing ,
Though great loses and crosses be mine ;
For I cannot despair ,
Though surrounded by care ,
While possessing this blessing divine .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless