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