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Mom’s Bible

Mom’s Bible was old and worn,

The pages yellowed with time;

Adorned with handwritten notes

Mom penned while in her prime.

Eagerly I scanned each page,

Hanging on to her every word.

My eyes became all misty,

As within my spirit stirred.

It was like Mom was speaking

Into my troubled soul,

Her words cut right through me,

As God’s Spirit took control.

I searched Mom’s bible for answers

For my confusion and pain.

Soon the help came to me,

While reading Mom’s words again.

My heart had been so heavy,

When I bowed my head to pray.

But God lifted my burden,

By using Mom’s Bible that day.

Mom’s Bible is now my own,

For she’s at rest with her Lord.

May God help me be like her

And always treasure His Word.

©2013 Loyd C Taylor, SR

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