The words that my dad left me on my first bible.
When i left home for my study overseas.
The words still ring true even today.
After all been said has long gone.
How I treasure these words.
It gives me strength and courage whenever I read them.
When i am tired, the Bible is my bed; Or in the dark, the Bible is my light. When i am hungry, it is vital bread; Or fearful, it is armor for the fight. When i am sick,'tis healing medicine; Or lonely, thronging friends i find there in. Should i be lost, the Bible is my guide; Or naked, it is raiment rich and warm. When i'm imprisoned, still it ranges wide; Or tempest-tossed, a shelter from the storm. Would i adventure,'tis a gallant sea; Or would i rest, it is a flowery lea. Does gloom oppress? The Bible is a sun; Or ugliness? It is a garden fair. Am i athirst? How cool its currents run! Or stifled? What a vivifying air! Since thus Thou givest of Thyself to me, How should i give myself, Great Book, to THEE! =Anon=