The old tattered book

There on the shelf among all the other books, Was one, a book that was old and tattered. By the cover, nothing could be told by the looks, Inside were written words of a life that was shattered. Pages were torn, Some had sentences that were unfinished. The pages talked about a life of great scorn, Of a person that was diminished. On pages written describing such grief, One would think it would have been the end, But no, what happened next was beyond belief. More than a simple mind could comprehend. The book was not what it seemed, It was a book of destiny. Written within the pages were things long dreamed, Was a Scripture, “All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.” Psalm 139:16 © Deborah Seale 2024