I clutched that bible to my chest
To feel the magic in my bones
Whispers of eternity
That made me who I am.
The leather soft and worn by use
and time and turning every page
The gilded pages shine in light
But it’s the words that burn my soul.
Often I am scared to touch
And going near makes sore afraid
What lies within has holy weight
And I am but a man.
The questions and the answers found
Can be hard to live out here
But still I clutch my leather-bound
Trembling with my holy fear.
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Sometimes that’s the best and/or only way to hold onto God–I have my share of times when I just hold my Bible and rock, till He rights my boat again. May He abundantly bless your day.
Thanks.
good choice in title…I think we all feel that way…a treasured book that highlights everything we want to be, and are not. Really like this.
I’m glad.