My mamas bible has it's well worn pages.
Been read cover to cover down through the ages.
Gods precious words outlined in red.
So many prayers uttered before bed.
In it words of faith, healing, and truth abound.
No other book so precious, I've found.
Her bible always strengthens and comforts me.
Oh, how I miss mama when she would read.
She'd sit and read to us at her side.
Answering our questions she would try.
Her only wish to see,heavens pearly gates,and streets of gold.
Where there is no sickness, or pain, and you never grow old.
She'd always wished to walk where Jesus had walked.
To follow and listen when he talked.
I wouldn't trade mamas bible for nothing on earth.
For Gods precious words,there truly is no greater worth.