Our old Bibles never die They just sit on shelves Waiting for the day when we Will read them for ourselves For when the word of God is planted In a listening heart It grows a little day by day Till thoughts and actions start To change as Jesus comes to rule In ordinary ways His love replacing selfishness And hopelessness with praise Our Old Bibles by Peter Caligiuri copyright 2022 all rights reserved. Use by permission only.
I love this so much, Pete! I love the thought of patiently, little by little, reading God’s Word and then watching those planted seeds grow in our lives and our actions. Thank you for writing and for sharing this wonderful poem.
So happy this little poem was a blessing to you.
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