The Precious Book
Though the cover is worn
And the pages are torn
And places bear traces of 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,
As my eyes scan the pages I see,
Many tokens of love
From the Father above,
Who is nearest and dearest to me.
This old Book is my guide,
'Tis a friend by my side,
It will lighten and brighten my way;
And each promise I find
Soothes and gladdens my mind
As I read it and heed it each day.
Oh, wonderful, wonder Word of the Lord,
True wisdom its pages unfold,
And though we may read it a thousand times
o'er,
They never, no never grow old.
Each line hath a treasure, each treasure
a pearl,
That all, if they will, may secure;
And we know that when time and the world
pass away,
God's Word shall forever endure.
God's Word is like a deep, deep mine,
And jewels rich and rare
Are hidden in its mighty depths
For every searcher there.
by Bernice Peyman
My Heartfelt Thanks and Gratitude
for granting me permission to use this beautiful
poem.
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This beautiful piece of
artwork is by
Adolphe William Bouguereau.
He said....
"Each day I go to my
studio full of joy;
in the evening when
obliged to stop because
of darkness I can
scarcely wait for the
morning to come...My
work is not only a
pleasure, it has become
a necessity. No
matter how many other
things I have in
my life, if I cannot
give myself to my dear
painting I am miserable."
~ Adolphe-William Bouguereau
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