Holy Bible, Presented: 1909

I've never seen a book so beautiful

It's old--ancient even

The fabric on the cover is frayed

The gold embossed title is faded

Along with the gold lining the pages

That is giving way to red,

The color of the Gospel

And the hymnals and pews I grew up in

The tattered edges shake

When I hold it with one hand

But inside--the words

The words on the pages have not lost

Their vitality or grown senile

With the yellowing of paper

They're still alive and clear

Ringing through past and present,

Ringing in my soul

Notes that will never fade

Away, no matter how old

Or ancient.

I've never seen a book so beautiful.