Mama's Bible
Anonymous
Mama's Bible, so ragged
and worn,
Its pages are scribbled,
ripped and torn.
It’s been around for
ages, she's had it for years,
Some pages smudged by
rain and some by her tears
The name on the cover
is faded, it's true.
There might be a page
missing, or two.
To look at that book
one might scoff and frown
They may say,
"Why, there's no use in keeping it around.
"A new Bible, I'm certain, is what
you must need,
With pages so perfect,
and pictures indeed."
But friends, I know
better and I'm here to persuade'
There's more in that
ol' book, more than I can say.
For she read it and
held it so close to her heart,
Its Knowledge and
Wisdom and Love to impart.
She held it so tightly,
through storm and through chill,
But ever much closer
when her children were ill.
Her faith can be seen
on each page and each line,
Her writings of love
time after time.
She carried it high
through thick and through thin,
So proud of the holy
scriptures contained within.
Of all of the treasures
in this world we can hold,
The Bible of mom so
ragged and old.
Is far more precious than
any other,
For it was given to her
by her dear mother.
No memory is more
precious, none that I hold so dear,
When the storms of my
life bring me much fear
The vision of mother,
the love on her face . . .
I remember when mama would sing
"Amazing Grace"!
In Loving Memory
Of
Bonnie Marie Russ Wright
November 22, 1915 –
November 2, 1974
Please check out the tribute that her daughter
Annette a.k.a. Monette gave to me.
CopyrightedÓ Angel45_2B
December 24, 2009
Song Title
“Amazing Grace”