Tattered, careworn, binding now torn

Pages turn yellow as the days quickly pass

Opened, then closed, like a delicate rose

The stories it holds will forever last

Far from commentary, treasured, extraordinary

Men scribed their ways through the times

Speaking of glory, their Savior, his story

Teachings of Heaven, His Father, Divine

 

 

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