The Holy Bible (Author unknown)
Though the cover is worn and pages are torn,
And though places bear traces of tears.
Yet more precious than gold, is this book worn and old,
That can shatter and scatter my fears.
When I prayerfully look in this precious old book,
As my eyes scan the pages I see;
Many tokens of love from the Father above,
Who is nearest and dearest to me.
It will lighten and brighten my way.
And each promise I find soothes and gladdens my mind,
As I read and heed it today.