A Book I Read
T’was a book I read not long ago,
Told of foreign places and disasters and woes.
Much blood was spilled in those days of old,
It also spoke of riches of silver and gold.
Hardships were many but were a part of life,
And how they survived this life so full of strife.
It told of kings and slaves and ordinary men,
And the way things were a way back then.
It spoke of travel and the way they went,
Then it told of a fathers love and the son he sent.
It told of how the son a carpenter by trade,
Would give his own life for a debt that had to be paid.
A debt that separated man from his father above,
But blood built the bridge so we all now can share His precious sweet love.
The debt has been paid by God’s only Son,
So we all can receive salvation each and everyone.
So give thanks and praises each and everyday,
Hallelujah to the Lord, thank You my Father for guiding my day!
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