Poems of Lighthouse Bob
In Hibernated State #104
I hear no voice that whispers out my words And through my solace not a psalm is heard No praise to GOD, no nursery rhyme Just dust collects while passing time Upon this shelf. How foolishly absurd I sit and wait while no one comes my way And watch the minutes once more turn to days I shed a tear which no one hears And if they did it would appear That no one here would take the time to pray After all, I'm just an heirloom anyway A hand-me-down from long ago From where I came, none could know But, I. Yes, I recall the very day Before the death or wedding vow That passed me on to here, somehow I lived within the heart of One so great Who wished to pass to you His vast estate He loved you so, but you'll not know The words He wrote that you might go To be with Him, so on this shelf I wait A Bible kept in hibernated state. -Lighthouse Bob |
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In Hibernated State #104
In Hibernated State #104