The Old Book

Poem By Ivy Schex

I found a book; it’s pages yellow with time
Covered with leather and well worn with use
I could not know what a treasure I had found
Despite its age, the book was timeless
It told of joy and hope; sorrow and pain
But through all, God had left the message plain
He loves us all no matter what we do…
I found a book; it’s pages yellow with time
Covered with leather and well worn with use
I could not know what a treasure I had found

Comments about The Old Book

Timeless indeed... great write, Ivy! ! Brian


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