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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
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Deborah Seale
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