Through life’s dense forest, wild and deep,
A sacred map, my soul does keep.
Its pages whispered by divine breath,
A guide through storms, through life, through death.

The Bible stands, a beacon true,
Its wisdom ancient, yet ever new.
Each line a compass, every word,
A guiding call, a truth inferred.

When shadows fall and paths confound,
Its timeless light shines all around.
Through Psalms of peace and Proverb’s ways,
It charts my course, it marks my days.

No map of man can e’er compare,
To scripture’s path, beyond despair.
Its pages point where faith may thrive,
And love and grace keep hope alive.

So, with this map, this gift profound,
Each step I take, on holy ground.
Through valleys low and peaks above,
It leads me home, with boundless love.