The Book

As I sat by the babbling brook,
I started to open up my Book;
Such intrigue to say the least,
Of stories for my eyes to feast.

Images kept filling my head,
From every page that I read;
Giving me such joy and delight,
Of powerful messages of might.

Written with wisdom in mind,
That could help all of mankind;
Problems facing us through time,
Just how to handle mortal crime.

Timeless in solving tribulations,
And turning them into jubilations;
Answers to the trials in this life,
In laboring through all the strife.

You wonder what Book it may be,
The Holy Bible God gave to me;
Filled with His power and wisdom,
As it prepares me for His Kingdom.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer

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