Both convicting and convincing
Pointing to what's true and right
My Daddy's worn out Bible
Always comes to mind
The pages torn and tattered
From years of loving use
My Daddy knew what mattered
From his early days of youth
As he poured over the pages
Daily in blood, sweat, and tears
No if's, and's, but's, or maybe's
His God he both loved and feared
Highlighted, both pen and marker
Words that touched his very soul
As the days grew ever darker
He knew the light to hold
And also where his strength came from
In the faithful words he'd read
Of God's grace to us poured out in love
To all who have the need
Both convicting and convincing
Pointing to what's true and right
My Daddy's worn out Bible
Always comes to heart and mind
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 11:11 AM UTC
Both convicting and convincing
Pointing to what's true and right
My Daddy's worn out Bible
Always comes to mind
The pages torn and tattered
From years of loving use
My Daddy knew what mattered
From his early days of youth
As he poured over the pages
Daily in blood, sweat, and tears
No if's, and's, but's, or maybe's
His God he both loved and feared
Highlighted, both pen and marker
Words that touched his very soul
As the days grew ever darker
He knew the light to hold
And also where his strength came from
In the faithful words he'd read
Of God's grace to us poured out in love
To all who have the need
Both convicting and convincing
Pointing to what's true and right
My Daddy's worn out Bible
Always comes to heart and mind
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