Small town church entered
there to preach a revival
old preacher man been asked
early, front row seat centered
years preaching, the Word steadfast
young family through the door
woman, husband, two older daughters
then age around twelve a boy
kind of strolling in as a tide ocean waters
slowly looking all around
till the old preacher man spotted
inquisitive boy to the old preacher bound
set next to him and starred the old Bible oddly
then the boy abruptly spoke
“don’t ya think you need a new Bible?”
the old preacher gently picked up his Word
asked the boy, “why he asked with a smile?”
the old preacher said, “no this one preferred.”
the boy confused said, “but it’s so old and ragged!”
the old preacher looked at the boy kindly
and said, “ let me tell you some about this old Bible,”
given by my granddaddy I begin to read nightly
God spoke to me through words reading
Then I’d speak to God praying beside my bed
Oh I’d feel the Lord so near greeting
those words that Bible when read
came alive in my soul feeding
then prayer, tears, and weeping
same old Bible your looking at now, was then!
Time and years took it’s toll this old book
like me time and use wears one thin
pages worn and yellowed some
stains from teardrops and sweat the look
pages rough so many times thumbed
reckon I’d be lost without this old Bible true
it’s like a road map and a light all in one
and so much more that has helped me mature
kept me out of trouble
and with His Word, helped showing the pure
about the looks this old Bible I’ll not grumble
nor complain, because within it’s pages
the best friend I’ve ever known speaks to me
His words to me like honey the taste
on my fourteenth birthday this book given
oh the sweetness to my soul through the years
guided me and fed me like manna from heaven
His Word taking care of my worries and fears
young, but yet at fifteen a special calling
scarred yet with tears and anointing
humbled and unworthy to my knees falling
God called me to preach
many times stumbled and stuttered at first
but I kept on, knowing His will to spread the seed
the anointing like oil at times I was immersed
feeling and seeing the conviction on faces
knowing His Word going forth not to return void.
I’d read verse after verse through those pages
some listening, some tears, some happy, even some annoyed
yet I was obeying God as told
Times preaching seen many accept the Lord
Other times there were few that were saved
a heavy load, heavy burden to see the lost not receive
hurt and heartache a throbbing in my soul
when those that walked away of unbelief
yet my heart praises for those with Jesus one accord
and blessed those who received with assurance known
Granddad died when I was twenty six
his funeral, tears and joy if that makes any sense
tears him gone, joy he was in heaven
and the Bible tightly gripped he had given
seems I could hear the angels singing and rejoicing
one of God’s beloved coming home
somehow a security this Bible with me knowing
different states and many churches wherever I’d roam
the one thing I made sure of, this old book
this one your looking at tattered and worn
that it was with me everywhere and anywhere, it I took
sine then a lot of birthdays this old book and I have shared
been with me through my troubles and trials
broke down on lonely highways with me this book
with me during the good times and many miles
I’ve always kept it with me and His word has never forsook
once at gunpoint, once beaten ..His Word preaching
yet I’ve never been sorry my life accepting
spreading the gospel thankful every new seedling
I’ve seen miracles unbelievable but assuredly.
I’ve known God in His fullness
believed in Him among many doubts
still serving Him a world of cruelness
this old book and me, I couldn’t tell all our whereabouts
so when I look at this precious Bible many memories
it’s taken me from a boy to a man and now the years
from a lost sinner to a newborn believer
and now to this church an old preacher
with an old Bible still feeding!
The same young boy that night received
of all the old preacher said, now a better understanding
a young boy starring at an old Bible with a different look
a different feeling that old book God now granting.
a few years after the old preacher left town
a package came in the mail addressed to that same boy now fourteen
opened the package was the old Bible with a note
with just a short while to live, this Bible to you as I’ve esteemed
I hope with you this old book a good home
by the time you get this old Bible, I’ll be in a place long dreamed
but often already seen as in the words this book visions given me!
Sign in a small town, revival here tonight, young man of only fifteen!
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