AWAKENED

 

The snowdrops show with heads like snow

from warming soil where they once did sleep

From peaceful rest awakened now

Their gentle heads in the sun will bow

 

Or the daffodil with their petal frill

from the shadow of trees will peep

Their trumpets announce though not to ear

That spring is finally here

 

Rejoyce now trees swaying in the breeze

Stayed in your place with roots running deep

That the swelling of your buds will be brief

Soon your heads will be crowned with leaf

 

All nature rejoyce giving gladful voice

When awakening over you did creep

Gone now at last is the winter chill

Sing now you valleys and every hill

 

Stirs not your heart when God at the start

Give new life to make it leap

In abundant joy when you released it to Him

From a life of coldness grim

 

Whatever the season there is no reason

To doubt the He won't keep

Your precious soul until at the last

He brings you home to His Heaven vast

CLIMATE CHANGE

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Two auld cows were lying in the grass

Chewing the cud and letting wind pass

Says one to the other,you know Daisy my friend

This clapping and pooing has to come to an end

 

They say every time we spread a wee pat

We are putting methane in the air, what do you think of that

They say we are going to have to wear nappies

This idea came from some scientific chappies

 

Some say we are not allowed to urine down a slope

When we graze on these hills we haven't got a hope

Aye, said Daisy I heard that too

We are warming up the world every time we poo

 

Every time we burp and belch while grazing the grass

We simply are letting out far too much gas

You and me Buttercup are creating a disaster

Every time we go the earth is heating up faster

 

Those humans are worried crying and bleating

The world will be gone with this over heating

Ach, says Buttercup do they never read the good Book

In the Bible itself do they not bother to look

 

For the Lord has promised in what it does say

Seed time and harvest will never pass away

He has set in the heavens His beautiful bow

The world wont flood again and this is so

 

But this fact seems to evade these smart men

Jesus to this world is coming back again

It will still be here when He comes the second time

No matter what they say about the earth's clime

 

They had better wake up and not worry about the earth

There is a hotter place to go if they have not the new birth

God is in control, new heavens and earth will arrange

So worry about your souls and not climate change

OH THE PEACE

Oh the peace oh the joy

oh the happiness in my soul

the Lord came in, saved from sin

now my life He has made whole

 

Want to shout it, may I sing it

wanting now to give it voice

my total glee, Jesus saving me

let my words flow as I rejoyce

 

Thank you Lord, thank you so

thank you for your work of grace

I only know and this is so

in you I have a resting place

 

Give you thanks, give You praise

of salvation I want to tell

how it came in your name

now with my soul all is well

 

You are mine I am yours

for eternity that will never cease

washed in the blood, that crimson flood

such total joy and oh the peace

THE WAY TO THE CROSS

No innocent kiss but paid with silver

Betrayed my Saviour that dreadful night

After He had prayed with sweats of blood

The way of the cross now in His sight

 

Meek as a lamb they led Him away

Judas the traitor's work was done

Now all the forces of darkness

Were ready to attack God's only Son

 

For a mockery of a trial awaited Him

Then the scourge of a Roman whip

When they bared up His bent back

Tore it to ribbons strip by strip

 

Can you feel that awful pain

As the lash ripped of His flesh

Bone was bared in the whipping

As the soldiers continued to thresh

 

Remember how Peter betrayed him

How Pontious Pilate washed his hands

When he give in to the baying crowd

To their hateful “crucify him” demands

 

A wicked thief they would have released

They did not care for this innocent Man

Crucify Him now, spill His blood

To have Him dead was their wicked plan

 

A crown of thorns placed on His head

Thick spittals ran down His lovely face

A slow walk up a steep hill side

Calvary's summit was His dying place

 

How He heard the hostile crowd

Mocking Him along with taunts and jeers

Words of hatred spewed from their lips

With oaths and curses and nasty sneers

 

Now swings low the hammer blows

Driving through His flesh each iron nail

Now He is lifted high on His cross

While the crowd continued to mock and rail

 

He saved others let Him come down

But my Saviour stayed in His place

For love held Him there to the wood

As He suffered for the human race

 

Darkness fell, day was as night

God was punishing now His son

It was for my sins, your sins,He took it all

For nothing wrong had my Saviour done

 

Imagine that blackness over the earth

Imagine the day turning into the night

So a dying Saviour on the cross

Could bring sinners from darkness into light

 

What suffering what pain He bore it all

Drunk the wrath from His Father's cup

But God was sastisfied with His sacrifice

When on that cross He was lifted up

 

Then He cried, It is finished

Wonderful words just these three

The plan of redemption now complete

As Jesus died on that tree

 

We know that death could not Him hold

For He arose from the depth of the grave

Now He reigns there in the highest

Waiting and so willing for sinners to save

 

Consider Him sinner consider how He died

Consider the love He has for your soul

Consider all the agony He went through

Consider Him broken just to make you whole

 

Then consider if you reject this Saviour now

Dare you die in the blackness of your sin

Dare to take a chance but in eternity to be lost

Because to your heart you wouldn't let Him in

FINAL SLEEP

 

Final sleep only opens up a door

While it firmly closes one behind

No turning back to the life you knew

Now a different one you'll find

 

What's through this door is decided

By the decisions you made on earth

Whether you rejected saving grace

Or embraced God's new birth

 

See the door now open up to you

Beyond it is there a shinning light

Is there a golden street ahead of you

Are you heading towards a mansion bright

 

Can you hear the choirs of angels

Are you meeting Jesus face to face

Are you lying on His breast in comfort

Held firmly in His warm embrace

 

Can you hear His well done

As He wipes every teardrop away

Come my child enter into your rest

You are in my home to stay

 

Or have you walked through the door

Only darkness meets your eyes

The tormenting flames are leaping

In that place where the worm never dies

 

Do you hear the wails of anguish

The gnashing of many teeth

Do you hear the screams of terror

In the bottomless pit with not beneath

 

Oh that door is coming near

Every moment towards it you creep

Make that decision for your soul

Before you fall into final sleep

A BED OF ROSES

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Must we go on a bed of roses

Scented with perfume to our noses

In gentle slumber our quiet repose

Why otherwise should we suppose

We'd go to heaven but in comfort

No need for us to resort

To put on armour and the sword

Then fight for God and His word

Why others did all the toil

Burned in flames and boiled in oil

Torn to pieces in lion's den

No need to go through all that again

No need to hide in cave or den

Keep quiet our faith from evil men

Why risk the pain of a lashing whip

When we can avoid all hardship

A sleeping people at our ease

Can't even be bothered to get on our knees

To a church might go along

Hear a little sermon and a heavenly song

We have freedom we have peace

But our love for God does not increase

Because the bed we are floating on

Is full of roses and strife is gone

Maybe some day in our land

We will feel the tyrants hand

Then we will know our faith is tried

Like others knew who bled and died

Thank God you have that bed of slumber

That of the martyrs you will not number

But here I give my final thought

How hard for the faith have you fought

 

LET IT RAIN

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DEWDROPS OF REFRESHMENT

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FISH LEGS

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I know about fish fingers

They are a tasty bite to eat

You can have them with bread and butter

It all goes down a treat

 

Have them with chips if you want

The taste it surely lingers

There is nothing fishy about them

You can always count on fingers

 

But fish legs are another thing

Can you order them in two's or threes

Do they come with a full leg

Complete with knobbly knees

 

I can imagine some old trout

With fishnet stockings on

Walking down the road

It's something to think upon

 

Professor Moore of intellect

Versed in fishy things

Says he has them boneless

Along with chicken wings

 

I mind frying eels

They wriggled as they fried

I wonder if fish legs do the same

But them I've never tried

 

They say they come from an octupus

But is it really a fish

Don't care one way or the other

I wouldn't have it on my dish

 

Do the legs come with a foot

More information if you please

And if it was on my supper plate

Would it play football with my peas

 

Now I have just googled

Don't want to seem a cod

But have just learned it's not a fish

It's a great big cephalopod

 

It's legs are really arms

I counted they had but eight

I don't really care about that

It still wont be on my plate

 

There are soles that are fish you know

Maybe they have big feet

Fingers legs or arms

They all seem good to eat

 

None would be out of plaice

Boiled in a saucepan with a lid

They don't really cost too much

You would get them for a few squid

 

Now all this talk of fish

Has made me think of One

Who called to Himself some fishermen

To follow Him God's Son

 

He said He would make them fishers of men

Take scales from blinded eyes

Open up the ears of sinners

Free them from the devil's lies

 

As He tasked them to preach His Gospel

Like all His followers should do

We all have a net to cast

He made fishermen of me and you

 

To carry on this theme I have started

If we are successful in our task

We will have a harvest of souls in Heaven

If we obey what Jesus did as

I NEED

I need to take your hand o Lord

To walk in nature's wonder

To satisfy my artist heart

In the scenery that you paint

Here there and yonder

 

The blueness of the sky above

The clouds that dance along

The hills that kiss them

And the valleys spread

Give my heart a song

 

The verdant green how you mix

The colour for the grass

Of spread out field

And leaf of tree

Your brushwork is first class

 

Dip your paintbrush in green and blue

Spread it on the ocean wide

The yellow tinted haze

Of beach and sand

That is rolled over with the tide

 

I need to take your hand o Lord

To walk among the flowers

To satisfy my gardener's heart

In the hedgerows of the country

Or the daisy strewn fields

In them let me spend my hours

 

The lily of the valley

The pink and purple rose

The beauty of each petal

Of some lowly buttercup

Smiling at my toes

 

I need to take your hand o Lord

To walk in melody sweet

To satisfy my musicians heart

In the love song of a bird

Or bees with gentle hum

And the little cricket chirping at my feet

 

Listen to the running water

That babbles in a stream

Gurgling over stones

There on its primrose sides

I could lie in pleasant dream

 

I need to take your hand o Lord

For with no other I would stroll

To satisfy my every need

Down life's road you are the one

Who brings all the joys to my life

And everything that fills my soul

 

A CHAT IN THE GARDEN

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Good morning God we meet again

In our garden of delight

I thank you for the beautiful morning

And for the sun shining bright

Maybe child much later on

I will send you a little rain

To freshen up all things that grow

Its for their good so don't complain

I wont dear Lord for I have learned

You send sun and rain to make things grow

And if I work all morning here

I will need a little rest you know

But now Lord I need to weed

I often wonder why you made so many

But my child you are on your knees

You wouldn't be there if I didn't send any

There you can send me a little prayer

As you work to clear the soil

Do not rush and take it slow

We have time to chat while you toil

Yes Lord I love to hear your voice

Mingled with the sweet bird song

Such truths you whisper in my ear

As I slowly work along

Here is the lovely lily Lord

I planted some years ago

Yes, my Son is likened on to it

The fairest of the valley you know

Those roses over there

That grow in yonder bed

The white one speaks of purity

And there is one that is blood red

You remember my son He died

And shed His blood for you

Like that tree towering in your garden

Was one His body knew

Lord I am so glad I am on my knees

As you remind me of all that was done

So I can thank you once again

For giving your only Son

I remember He prayed in a garden

Sweat like blood drops fell

He knew He was going to the cross

To save my soul from hell

No wonder I love the garden Lord

It brings me closer to you

The beauty of all its flowers

Bring joy to my heart as I view

My child you love its beauty

Your heart I made pure and true

So I know you will appreciate all the wonders

In the place I have prepared for you

When I call you home you will be ready

To take the upward flight

Where the glories you will see in Heaven

Will fill your heart with delight

But now go and rest my child

You have worked hard the last few hours

But I am going to open the clouds

To send you a few needed showers

Thank you Lord for our chat

For your love to me and your pardon

Tomorrow we will do this again

As we meet in our beautiful garden

 

THE BABBLING BROOK

 

I sat today by the gently babbling brook

Its liquid voice singing so clear

It's melody sweeping over the pebbles and stone

Whispering its story into my ear

Sheltered, my rest under an old oak tree

My eyes on the water running by

The shade of the bough closed me in

From the glare of the sun in a clear blue sky

Countless times the waters of the gentle stream

Have washed the pebbles and stones held below

Their roughness and hard edges all smoothed away

By the babbling brook and her constant flow

I know of a stream where I once plunged in

Bathed in the liquid running so red

Where my sins were washed away in a moment of time

Now I lie to be smoothed like the stones in the bed

The sweet ripple of the brook is like unto my Saviour

Soothing my soul with His gentle voice

Like the stream of life flowing from His mountain

The babbling brook causes me to rejoyce

Oh babbling brook may you ever flow

Your singing waters sweep over your bed

Until I rest some day in God's heaven

Where the river of life will flow there instead

THE MISSION

The mission is over the preacher is silent

The church is locked up and closed is the door

No music from the organ no singing from the pews

Sinners and saints dont come any more

The warning of hell from the pulpit was preached

The need to be saved was spoken loud and plain

Yet many a sinner hardened more their heart

The seed of the gospel perhaps planted in vain

Yet much rejoicing for the souls that were saved

Blessing for saints coming from above

As they prayed for loved ones sincerely each night

And God answered prayer in mercy and love

How sinner friend did you reject the mercy call

Rejected the Saviours blood as you left every night

Knowing He might not call you ever again

And your relationship with Him will never be right

The mission is over but the work will go on

To gather the harvest in from the field

We will pray and preach and witness to sinners

Knowing God in His mercy will give us the yield

We were blessed we were challenged we wept and we cried

We asked for conviction for sinners to be made whole

Now the mission is over we will ponder what was done

And still cast out the lifeline to each perishing soul

 

THE OLD HOME

 

I knew your age was old

A hundred years or more

I remember your roof of thatch

And the red painted wooden door

Heavy stones built your walls

White washed a snowy white

Your windows set at front and back

To let in a little light

I remember the open hearth

A peat fire burning aglow

The icicles hanging from the thatch

When the winter brought frost and snow

A tiley lamp hanging from the ceiling

Its mantle burning warm and bright

Or the oil lamps set in the bedrooms

lit up to brighten the night

A chaff mattress to sleep on

The old walls damp and wet

Though a fire warmed the living room

The bedrooms were never het

You were basic my dear old home

No running water to a tap

The howling winds would blow at you

And crept through ever gap

Of course things changed through the years

A Wellstood stove stood to cook upon

My father took of your roof

And all your thatch was burnt and gone

Now the rain it beat upon the tin

Or hailstones rattled there

All of the family could speak of you

And many memories share

But I could never stop writing

If I shared all the tales of home

And this prose I am penning

Would be a never ending poem

But my heart now aches with pain

For I watched a digger one day

Load you into trailers

And they took you all away

Not a stone of you they left

It's as if you were never there

The place where you stood

So empty now and bare

Old house we knew no better

You were never a mansion grand

But you were home to all of us

This rag taggle Moffett band

I fancy that our bodies

Are buildings made of clay

Creaking now and old

And we will lay them down some day

The world will look for us

Our faces to gaze upon

But all they will see is nothing

For our bodies will all be gone

But also I know in my heart

A new body will be given one day

And a mansion it is waiting

When God calls us away

Old home we loved you

How heartbreaking was your end

But a glorious home is waiting for me

When to Heaven I shall ascend

OH THE PEACE

Oh the peace oh the joy

oh the happiness in my soul

the Lord came in, saved from sin

now my life He has made whole

want to shout it, may I sing it

wanting now to give it voice

my total glee, Jesus saving me

let my words flow as I rejoyce

Thank you Lord, thank you so

thank you for your work of grace

I only know and this is so

in you I have a resting place

Give you thanks, give You praise

of salvation I want to tell

how it came in your name

now with my soul all is well

You are mine I am yours

for eternity that will never cease

washed in the blood, that crimson flood

such total joy and oh the peace

 

SLOWING DOWN

I skipped upon the feet of childhood

And rested not all the day

Then youthful times came along

And bountiful energy did not asway

Middle age with slower gait

Soon followed close behind

Then in these days of olden years

No energy can I find

I wonder where the years have gone

Those that slipped so quickly by

And realise now with awful thought

Just how old am I!

Dear Lord I have so wasted years

When I had much more zest

To work for you my Saviour friend

And given you my best

Now my race is nearly run

No more time to toil

Then someone with measured stride

Will carry me to the soil

Yes skip you may then stride along

Then shuffle your slow feet

Then be carried though you know not

In a coffin going up the street

 

TAPPETY TOE

I'm a toe tapping, hand clapping, happy kind of soul

When the music grips my heart and over me does roll

There is a chance, my spirit will dance, I wont hold still

I'm going to dance for Jesus I really really will

He sought me He bought me He shed His blood for me

When I'm going to praise Him I will do it with glee

My arms will raise, I will praise, my feet will dance the floor

For Jesus is my Saviour the One that I adore

My toes are itching always twitching to tap a rhythm out

I always long for a gospel song that makes me want to shout

My burdens lifted, I am gifted with life that lasts for ever

So to praise Jesus every day will be my endeavour

So let me tap let me clap if the spirit moves me along

To sing aloud with cheerful heart to a gospel song

You can sit if you dont get it but just let me be

A toe tapping hand clapping one for that is surely me

 

TOE TAPPING HAND CLAPPING

I'm a toe tapping, hand clapping, happy kind of soul

When the music grips my heart and over me does roll

There is a chance, my spirit will dance, I wont hold still

I'm going to dance for Jesus I really really will

He sought me He bought me He shed His blood for me

When I'm going to praise Him I will do it with glee

My arms will raise, I will praise, my feet will dance the floor

For Jesus is my Saviour the One that I adore

My toes are itching always twitching to tap a rhythm out

I always long for a gospel song that makes me want to shout

My burdens lifted, I am gifted with life that lasts for ever

So to praise Jesus every day will be my endeavour

So let me tap let me clap if the spirit moves me along

To sing aloud with cheerful heart to a gospel song

You can sit if you dont get it but just let me be

A toe tapping hand clapping one for that is surely me

 

I'M SINGING SHOUTING

 

I'm singing shouting there's no doubting

My Saviour walks with me

Troubles around but on solid ground

I stand from sin set free

The world in shock but the solid Rock

To it I gladly cling

People recoil when troubles boil

But God my comfort will bring

I will not doubt my way out

Is the pathway of the cross

When I let Him in to take my sin

My soul will not suffer loss

Oh yes I'm singing my cheers are ringing

My hands in triumph raised

With joy I'm spouting my spirit shouting

My Lord is mighty to be praised

THE SUMMER SEAT

Where the rose drops her perfume

sweetly in the air

where the lily nods her head

with beauty that is rare

Where the pansies and the daises

Smile up with glee

Its on the summer seat

Where you will find me

All the garden is in bloom

Beauty all around

The butterfly wings on her way

and the bee gives of her sound

The birds sing merrily

from the leafy tree

and in my summer seat

I am as content as can be

There I view God's handiwork

Aided a bit by me

He give me hands to plant and toil

but His sun and rain came free

He kissed the ground with His breath

Give a little heat

All I had to do was just sit back

In my summer seat

I remember once He prayed

In a garden long ago

where sweatdrops came from His brow

mingled with blood in a flow

I remember also the wooden cross

He hung from in the heat

The cruel tree held His body

That for Him was His summer seat

But death failed in her bid

To keep Him in her hold

For He arose to the air

From the tomb lying cold

Now He sits there on high

For His church to wait

To gather them to His throne

More that a summer seat

I enjoy my time here looking

at the beauty all around

Marvelling at the wonder

That comes from the ground

But sometime I will be gone

My Jesus for to meet

Then all thats left in my garden

is an empty summer seat

 

YOU CAN DIG

You can dig and you can sow

But you cannot make the flowers grow

You can sweat and you can toil

Arrange your plants in the soil

Water and weed hour by hour

But your efforts wont bring a flower

Though God has given a gardeners heart

A seed thats sown wont ever start

To grow unless He will bid

It sprout from earth where it is hid

For God He brings the sun and rain

If not your efforts would be in vain

He breathes life into every plant

To do this yourself you simply can't

You work so long with hands that harden

But it's God that produces a beautiful garden

On every stem He puts a flower

Kisses it with sun and shower

Colours every petal with His finger

Adds sweet perfume that will linger

As a gardener this I know

It's God who makes everything grow

 

THE TIRED OLD GARDENER

He sat silently on his bench

A far away look in his eye

Thinking of younger days

He remembered with a sigh

He spoke softly the old gardener

As the sun kissed his face

Between you and me dear Lord

We sure made this a beautiful place

With the green of the lawn

I mow with effort and care

And the shrubs and the flowers

That I planted everywhere

You give me a half acre Lord

And for that I thank you

But I let you look after some it

There was too much for me to do

You filled your half with docks

Nettles briars and weeds

While I sweated in mine Lord

Doing all my deeds

But I knew you were a wildlife gardener

And you sure made a great success

Only if I had done the same in mine

I think it would have looked a real mess

But I know you helped me Lord

When flower seeds I did sow

There was nothing more I could do

Only watch you make them grow

Thank you dear Lord for the pleasure

And the joy you give me in my garden

But most of all for sins removed

When you give me your full pardon

Now Lord I'm old and bent with care

With muscles all taut and pain in my back

I can hardly move or bend down to weed

Every part of my body hurts with an ache

Oh Lord forgive me my flowing tears

As I sit here quietly crying

For I cant work this land anymore

And my spirit is slowly dying

I long for your garden up above

Where the roses they bloom forever

Where I shall sit beside the crystal water

And that place I shall leave no never

Take your gardener home Lord

You know he has done his best

Then the tired old gardener breathed his last

God had taken him home to rest

 

THE CHAIN

 

The chains of sin get tighter

Binding more each day

The devil is working hard

So you wont break away

He gives you a heavy load

Of sorrow and despair

The vehicle of sin he uses

To bring you to his lair

 

It is the lake of fire

The awful darkened pit

Oh who will really save you

From the pain of it

There is One who is standing

With nailed scarred hands and feet

He bled, He died and rose again

And reigns from Glory seat

He can unloose the fetters

Break the awful chains

Bring comfort to your wounded heart

And take away your pains

His blood it washes the deepest sin

Until you are as white as snow

His arms opened up for you

Are the only place to go

Go seek Him while He is willing

Dont let Him call in vain

For He will surely save you

From the binding of the chain

THE GREEN JUNIPER TREE

In the soft freshness of the morning

When the dew bathes the ground

Kissed with new born sun rays

Where the dawn gives of her sound

From the bird and the humming bee

So eager for their busy day

The lilt of their sweet music

Like an orchester in harmony play

The voice of a grazing cow

Called plaintive soft and low

Her gentle sad brown eyes

Watched the way the man did go

There grew the green juniper tree

Beside the wandering of a stream

He sat underneath its boughs

Where sleep took him to dream

He dreamt once again he was young

A gentle kind boy once more

But his heart ached within him

His body bruised and sore

The boy had set up in innocence

A pillar of granite stone

Where he prayed in earnest to God

In a quiet meadow all alone

Jesus dear Jesus I need you

You are my only friend

Take away my heartache and teardrops

I want them all to end

He knew in his heart Jesus answered

Of that he was very sure

God helped him to live a good life

And his soul He kept clean and pure

The dream led him strangely on

A life course it did run

It brought him to end times

And the setting of the evening sun

He saw them lay him down

Some wept so bitter and free

As they stood around his grave

Beneath an old gnarled juniper tree

He then saw streets of gold

His mansion and a crystal sea

In the beautiful land of heaven

Grew life's eternal tree

He awoke from his fitful sleep

Remembering all he had seen

Then wandered lazily away

From the juniper tree growing green

 

THE MAN AT THE GATE

Who is that my sister lamb who stands at yonder gate

A shepherd's crook in His hand patiently He stands in wait

A gentle look in His eyes a face that looks so kind

Why is He standing there my sister why does He stand and mind

Don't you remember my brother lamb when we went astray

In the wilderness we wandered, soon we lost our way

Then this Man who is a shepherd caught us in His hold

He placed us on His shoulders and carried us back to this fold

He is the good shepherd He guards us night and day

He keeps the wolf from entering, our enemies He keeps at bay

He gave us this green pasture so we can lie at ease

He is the saviour of our souls and Him we should always please

Oh my sister lamb I just love this shepherd of the sheep

Though I am just a lamb He still has me in His keep

I know that He saved me one day from a terrible fate

I am so glad He is there this Man standing at the gate

 

GOD'S BOOK

A little girl came into a room one day

While her mother hoovered the floor

She saw an unopened Bible on the table

And with questioning eyes she did implore

Mummy whose is this dusty book

Her mother answered back with a nod

Why my child don't you know

This book belongs to God

The little girl thought for a moment

Then in her innocence she said

Don't you think we should give it back to him

For in this house it is never read

Yes many a Bible lies unopened

It's pages never once turned

It's words were breathed from almighty God

For it's truths many have died and burned

Yet it is treated so lightly

Although it comes at great price

It offers you the words of salvation

But it is only opened up once or twice

So if you dont want to read it

When it tells of life beyond the sod

Your neglect of this precious book

Is like handing it back to God