The Bible

Your pages old, tattered, torn Your cover faded, cracked, worn Your wisdom never ends You are the greatest recording Though your words fade, their meaning stays Theyll last through eternity and for all ages They tell stories of old and wondrous works They describe Jerusalem in all of its glory They tell how the Savior died for you and me They tell how he rose again on the third day The veil was torn, and a new plan revealed The light of the Lord bursting forth, in glorious arrays, Shining into our very hearts and souls Bringing out the best in us, and covering the worst in us You are the guide to Heaven, where such wonders are beheld The streets of glistening gold, the gates of precious stones The mansions of beauty, wonder, and awe, Gilded in gold, and covered with bright shining drops of glory More wondrous than any mortal eye and mind could imagine Yet first, you say, we must endure great affliction Those who know the great I am, shall suffer greatly But the reward is more than can be imagined by a mere mortal Once the time of suffering is past, then we shall all arrive at the final judgment Those who have read that which is within you, and headed the words Will journey upward to paradise But I pity those, who being ignorant, shall fall to burn forevermore