It is hard to believe that it has been almost a month since my dad's passing. In writing these posts on the subject of Biblical authority, I got to thinking about my dad's Bible. When I was at his funeral, I got the chance to hold his Bible and look through the numerous verse references he jotted down in the front flyleaf. The presiding pastor used those verses as the basis for his funeral message and as a result I was comforted. The above opening text of today's post features one of my dad's favorite scriptures. He would quote Psalm 118:8 all the time and I would come to discover that this verses is the middle verse in our English Bibles. Today's poem is dedicated to my dad and tells a little bit of the comfort I found listening to the message spoken from those verse references written by my dad in his Bible. May the reader find encouragement, hope or perhaps use the poem to comfort someone else. To God be the glory!
My Daddy's Bible
On my lap the Bible laid
Final respects to my daddy paid
I opened the book, to behold the sight
Like gems in the sun glistening bright
Verses wrote, tucked in every space
Each one written and having a place
The day a family member left the home
Four years to college and world to roam
He wrote down a verse, to watch and pray
To see his child finish their way
There was another, celebrating love
Memories to cherish, gifts from above
The preacher unfolded the truth of those words
Like a string of pearls his message was heard
God gained a tenor; a son is now home
No longer on this globe to ever roam
Yet here is his Bible, proof of a man
Who by faith on God's Word surely did stand
Dad is in glory, faith made sight
In that land of never night
My daddy's Bible, my mind's eye behold
A precious book, more valuable than gold
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