The Dusty Old Book

[paidforinfull]

A dusty, musty Book lies there
on the bookshelf by my chair;
long forgotten and untouched
(certainly not cared for much)
for years unopened and unread;
God's Living Word; our Daily Bread.

I dust it off and turn the cover,
inside is writ 'With love from Mother'.
Intrigued I turn page after page
and read about a long-lost age;
a time before the world began
when angels fought and fell and sang.

Then the Great Creator made
all that exists: the man and maid.
Their sin doomed those who were born after;
sweat and tears instead of laughter.
Evicted from their fruitful home;
Satan left loose to rule and roam.

People turned away from God -
as a result they felt His rod;
repenting just to sin again
returning every now and then;
but though they were twelve faithless clans
God loved them 'cause of Abraham.

A promise made; foretold of old,
a covenant kept; the Savior sold
for silver with a traitor's kiss
and Blood that flowed because of this.
The veil was torn; men are reborn
earning on Earth the lost souls' scorn.

The Lamb of God enthroned on High
will one day meet men in the sky
to take them to a better place
where they will see Him face to Face;
then comes the dreaded Judgment Day
of those who lost the Only Way.

The Book teaches all this, and more;
what is, will be and came before.
Don't do what I did; it was wrong
please read your Bible; don't wait long -
the message of God's Word's profound:
search for Him while He may be found.

© 2008 by Belinda van Rensburg