Monday, July 5, 2010

This Ole Book

The Old Geezer, on Friday,  in his blog gave a short little humorous antidote about a valuable bible having been thrown away because the owner didn’t know its value. The OG proceeded to ask these questions:

Do you ever watch Antiques Roadshow? Sometimes people have a valuable treasure right under their nose and they don't even know it. Do you own a Bible? How important and valuable is "The Book" to you?

I wanted to post a comment on his site to tell him how much the bible means to me. Each time I started to comment, tears would blur my vision. So, I jumped over to Word and thought I would write a poem about my love for the bible and what it means to me. This is what I came up with. You may like it and you may not, but it is simply my way of saying how much I love the bible. I deem it by faith to be God’s word to me. I cherish it, I treasure it, I love it, and I would die for it. As a matter of fact, I do die every day, when I deny myself, pick up the cross, and follow him.

This Ole Book

It’s worn and it’s torn and it’s wrinkled from use
It’s covered and its’ smothered with loving abuse
It’s been packed and sacked and traveled this land
This ole book means more to me than a kingdom grand

Every page shows its age and smudges show the place
Where I’ve read and where it’s said the story of grace
I have heard this word through the voice of my God
This ole book means more to me than this earth of sod

That Jesus died and was crucified for me the verses tell
He gave his life and suffered strife to save me from hell
Grace upon grace and a kingdom in glory with the Father
This ole book means more to me than all earthly bother

This ole book is worth a look for its God’s letter to us
Don’t miss the call for it’s worth it all, all of the fuss
Read the story of heavenly glory given as gift to you
This ole book means more to me than any golden hue

Men of old, brave and bold have died to give us this book
Burned at the stake and hoping to break their loving look
At the pages from the ages with the story of God’s care
This ole book means more to me than any pleasant fare

Take all that I own even destroy my home if you must
All that I’ve got will suffer and rot or be given to rust
But leave with me I beg and plea  just this one thing
This ole book means more to me than all I could sing


welcome to my world of poetry said...

Loved the poem, I have been watching Antiques Road show for years here in the UK AND HAVE SAW SOME VERY VALUABLE ITEMS, a great show,


Lisa said...

I saw your heart for the Word of God in that poem. I LOVE IT! If I'm feeling uneasy or really, any emotion, all I have to do is go to the Word of God and find rest, hope and peace.

God bless you richly Brother.

Terry said...

hi gregg, i read your poem at mr. old geezers and you know what?
it is worth reading again.!
i just bet that david c brown of "grace notes" would just love this poem.
he is a poet, himself!
god bless you gregg...this poem will be sure to inspire many people[myself included] who have been neglecting this grand old book...from terry

Gregg said...

Yvonne - thanks alot! Means something coming from you.

Lisa - glad you liked it,thanks. Glad you could see my love for the word.

Tery - thank you. If it inspires you to read God's word more regularly and thoughtfully then it served its purpose.

JD Curtis said...

Beautiful post Gregg.

I had a children's Bible as a kid, say between the ages of 11 and 23. It was lost over time and I had about 1/3 or 1/4 of it highlighted. I wish I had it now along with the notes that I wrote in it's margins.

But every now and then I come across a particular verse and the memories flood back to me and I'm grateful that I engaged in Bible study as a youngster. It's a bit harder as you get older.

The NIV that I possess now I've had for nearly 19 years and it isnt going ANYWHERE.

OT- Gregg? Have you ever examined the ESV and if so, what is your opinion about it? I might purchase a 2nd Bible to compliment my studies and I respect your opinion on these matters.

Pilgrim Mommy said...

Wonderful poem. I know I need the Word but I want to treasure it more. Men like Tyndale died so we could have it in our hands today. I don't want to take it for granted.

Patrina's Pencil said...

Lovely flowing poem! I identify! My dad was a pastor and when I cleaned out his house for sale - all I wanted was the family BILBLES. He had many that he used from the pulpit - all tattered and torn like your poem reads. He even dropped his first BIBLE after graduating from college - in puddle of water during a rain storm. He and mama ironed every page. We were poor and it was his only BIBLE. I have that special BIBLE. I have others that came from my grandmothers and great uncle who also was a pastor. I cherish them! Representation of my spiritual heritage!

thanks for sharing

Patrina <")>><

Wanda said...

Such a heart felt poem you've shared Gregg. May we all have such a passion for the Word of God.

arlee bird said...

My mother used to have a small Bible about which she would tell me this story:

When she was young she'd been given the Bible to her at Sunday School. At one point her family's house burned down and almost all was lost. A passing drunk--a man who had been an alcoholic for some time--was going through the ruins of the house after it had cooled down and found my mother's Bible intact on the fireplace mantle with not so much of any sign of having been in a fire. He gave it to my mother, who was a child when this happened, and he stopped drinking from that day on.

I suppose my mother still has this Bible somewhere. I'll try to remember to ask her next time I talk to her.

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