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Inspirationby: AmBlessed(c)2007 When I was tired, the Bible is my bed Or in the dark, the Bible is my light When I am hungry, it is vital bread Or fearful, it is armour for the fight When I am sick, 'tis healing medicine Or lonely, thronging friends I find therein. If I would work, the Bible is my tool Or play, it is my harp of happy sound If I am ignorant, it is my school If I am sinking, it is solid ground If I am cold, the Bible is my fire And wings, if boldly I aspire. Should I be lost, the Bible is my guide Or naked, it is raiment, rish and warm Am I imprisoned, it is ranges wide Or tempest-tossed, a shelter from the storm. Would I adventture, 'tis a gallant sea Or would rest, it is a flowery lea. ---------------------------- Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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