Sunday, May 9, 2010

Poem: MOther's Bible


Mother's Bible


In my hand I hold a treasure, I praise it beyond measure.

It brings to me sweet memories of old.

When a night so dark and dreary, by the fireside warm and cheery,

Mother held it in her arms so worn and old.

It's my Mother's dear old Bible, Oh, precious worn out Bible.

That she read so many, many years ago.

With it's pages worn and wrinkled, spotted where her tears did sprinkle,

As she read it by the fireside burning low.

Mother left it as a token, of her love that near was broken.

As she whispered as she kissed my tears away.

If your life is dark and dreary, her Bible will here cheer you,

If you read it, till the savior sets your free.

It's my Mother's dear old Bilbe, Oh, precious worn out Bible

That she read so many, many years ago.

With its pages worn and wrinkled, spotted where her tears did sprinkle

As she read it by the fireside burning low.

Like the dew drops on the roses, on that dear old book of Moses,

Her tears were often spotted hear and there.

As he led God's children onward, her Bilbe leads me homeward.

Yes, it leads me to a city bright and fair.



At the gate, I know she'll meet me.

And beside the Lord she'll seat me.

In that city where there never comes a night,

When I pass from all my sorrows, to that blessed bright tomorrow,

I'll tell her, how her Bible led me right.



At the gate I know she's waiting,

To the angels she's relating,

And it seems I hear her calling, Like sweet music gently falling,

Read your Bible, 'till the Savior calls you home.

Oh, it's my Mother's dear old Bible, Oh, precious worn out Bible,

That she read so many, many years ago.

With its pages worn and wrinkled, spotted where her tears did sprinkle,

As she read it by the fireside burning low.
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My Grandmother, a pastor's wife, would sing this song in Church every Mother's Day. It is called Mother's Bible. I do not know who wrote "Mother's Bible" or how my Grandmother came to learn the song but it has become a favorite memory of my dear grandmother singing it.
Thank You to my Grandmother and my Mother for the rich legacy they have given me.

Happy Mother's Day!

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