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READ THE BIBLE THROUGH

I supposed I knew the Bible,
Reading piece-meal, hit or miss;
Now a bit of John or Matthew,
Now a snatch of Genesis.

Certain chapters of Isaiah,
Certain Psalms–the twenty-third!
Twelfth of Romans, first of Proverbs
Yes, I thought I knew the Word!

But I found that thorough reading Was a different thing to do,
And the way was unfamiliar
When I read the Bible through.

You who like to play at Bible,
Dip and dabble, here and there,
Just before you kneel aweary,
And yawn through a hurried prayer,

You who treat the Crown of Writings,
As you treat no other book,
–Just a paragraph disjointed,
Just a crude, impatient look.

Try a worthier procedure,
Try a broad and steady view;
You will kneel in very rapture
When you read the Bible through.
—Amos R. Wells

THE BIBLE

Born in the East and clothed in oriental form and imagery, the Bible walks the ways of all the world with familiar feet and enters land after land to find its own everywhere.

It has learned to speak in hundreds of languages to the hearts of men.

It comes into the palace to tell the monarch that he is a servant of the Most High, and into the cottage to assure the peasant that he is a son of God.

Children listen to its stories with wonder and delight, and wise men ponder them as parables of life.

It has a word of peace for the time of peril, a word of comfort for the time of calamity, a word of light for the hour of darkness.

Its oracles are repeated in the assembly of the people and its counsels whispered in the ear of the lonely.

The wicked and the proud tremble at its warnings, but to the wounded and the penitent it has a mother’s voice.

The wilderness and the solitary place have been made glad by it, and the fire on the hearth has lit the reading of its well-worn page.

It has woven itself into our dearest dreams; so that love, friendship, sympathy and devotion, memory and hope, put on the beautiful garments of its treasured speech, breathing of frankincense and myrrh.

No man is poor or desolate who has this treasure for his own.

When the landscape darkens and the trembling pilgrim comes to the Valley named in the Shadow, he is not afraid to enter; he takes the rod and the staff of Scripture in his hand; he says to friend and comrade: “Good-bye, we shall meet again,” and comforted by that support, he goes toward the lonely pass as one who walks through darkness into light.

—Henry Van Dyke
THE SUFFICING BIBLE

When I am tired, the Bible is my bed;
Or in the dark the Bible is my light;
When I am hungry, it is vital bread;
Or fearful, it is armor for the fight.
When I am sick, ’tis healing medicine;
Or lonely, thronging friends I find therein.

If I would work, the Bible is my tool;
Or play, it is a harp of happy sound.
If I am ignorant, it is my school;
If I am sinking, it is solid ground,
If I am cold, the Bible is my fire;
And it is wings, if boldly I aspire.

Should I be lost, the Bible is my guide;
Or naked, it is raiment rich and warm.
Am I imprisoned, it is ranges wide;
Or tempest-tossed, a shelter from the storm.
Would I adventure, ’tis a gallant sea;
Or would I rest, it is a flowery lea.

Does gloom oppress? The Bible is the sun.
Or ugliness?  It is a garden fair.
Am I athirst?  How cool its currents run!
Or stifled?  What a vivifying air!
Since thus thou givest of thyself to me,
How should I give myself, great Book, to thee?
—Amos R. Wells
THE WORLD’S BIBLE

Christ has no hands but our hands
To do His work today,
He has no feet by our feet
To lead men in His way,
He has no tongue but our tongues
To tell men how He died,
He has no help but our help
To bring them to His side.

We are the only Bible
The careless world will read,
We are the sinner’s gospel,
We are the scoffer’s creed,
We are the Lord’s last message,
Given in deed and word.
What if the type is crooked?W
hat if the print is blurred?

What if our hands are busy
With other work than His?
What if our feet are walking
Where sin’s allurement is?
What if our tongues are speaking
Of things His lips would spurn?
How can we hope to help Him
And hasten His return?
—Annie Johnson Flint

The Family Bible

Old Brother Higgins built a shelf
for the family bible to rest itself
lest a sticky finger or grimy thumb
might injure the delicate pages some.
He cautioned his children to touch it not
and it rested there with never a blot
though the Higgins tribe were a troublesome lot.

His neighbor, Miggins, built a shelf
“Come children,” he said, “and help yourself.”
His book is old and ragged and worn,
with some of the choicest pages torn,
where children have fingered and thumbed and read.
But of the Miggins tribe I’ve heard it said,
each carries a Bible in his head.

—Anonymous

A HOME WITHOUT A BIBLE

What is a home without a Bible?
‘Tis a home where day is night,
Starless night, for on life’s pathway
Heaven can shed no kindly light.

What is a home without a Bible?
‘Tis a place where daily bread
For the body is provided,
But the soul is never fed.

What is a home without a Bible?
‘Tis a family out at sea,
Compass lost and rudder broken
Drifting, drifting, hopelessly.

What is a home without a Bible?
List and ponder while I speak,
‘Tis a home with a Bible in it,
But not opened once a week.
—Anonymous

THE ANVIL

Last eve I paused beside a blacksmith’s door
And heard the anvil ring the vesper chine;
Then, looking in, I saw upon the floor
Old hammers worn with beating years of time.

“How many anvils have you had?” said I,
“To wear and batter all these hammers, so?”
“Just one,” said he; then said, with twinkling eye,
“The anvil wears the hammers out, you know.”

And so, I thought, the anvil of God’s Word
For ages skeptic blows have beat upon:
Yet, though the noise of falling blows was heard
The anvil is unharmed–the hammers, gone!
—Anonymous

MY BIBLE AND I

“We’ve traveled together, my Bible and I,
Through all kinds of weather, with smile or with sigh!
In sorrow or sunshine, in tempest or calm!
Thy friendship unchanging, my lamp and my psalm.

We’ve traveled together, my Bible and I
When life had grown weary, and death e’en was nigh!
But all through the darkness of mist or of wrong,
I found there a solace, a prayer, and a song.

So now who shall part us, my Bible and I?
Shall ‘isms’ or schisms, or ‘new lights’ who try?
Shall shadow for substance, or stone for good bread,
Supplant thy sound wisdom, give folly instead?

Ah, no, my dear Bible, exponent of light!
Thou sword of the Spirit, put error to flight!
And still through life’s journey, until my last sigh,
We’ll travel together, my Bible and I.”
…Anonymous

I KNOW THE BOOK IS TRUE

O the precious, precious Bible,
God’s messenger of love,
Ever lifting fallen man-kind
To a higher plane above;
‘Tis a lamp unto my pathway
Tho’ old yet ever new,
I’m acquainted with the author,
And I know the Book is true.

Each time I search its pages
New treasures rare I find,
How the blessed, loving Saviour
Cures sickness of all kind;
‘Tis a message of salvation
To the Gentile and the Jew,
I’m acquainted with the author,
And I know the Book is true.

I know some people doubt it,
This precious Book divine,
‘But I couldn’t do without it,
I believe it, line for line;
Tis the very same sweet Gospel
That my dear old mother knew,
Get acquainted with the author,
And you’ll know the Book is true.
—Anonymous

GOD’S WORD

God’s Holy Word has surely been
Inspired of God, and not of men;
No power nor eloquence of man
Could e’er conceive its wondrous plan.

Withstanding all the tests of time,
It stands unchanged, unique, sublime,
Proving to every tongue and race
God’s wisdom, mercy, love, and grace.

All efforts to destroy are vain–
God’s Holy Word will still remain;
So hammer on, ye hostile hands,
Your hammers break; God’s Anvil stands.
—M. E. H

THE BIBLE IS

The charter of all true liberty.
The forerunner of all civilization.
The molder of institutions and governments.
The fashion of law.
The secret of national progress.
The guide of history.
The ornament and mainspring of literature.
The inspiration of philosophies.
The textbook of ethics.
The soul of all strong heart life.
The illuminator of superstition.
The enemy of oppression.
The uprooter of sin.
The comfort in sorrow.
The strength in weakness.
The pathway out of perplexity.
The escape from temptation.
The steadier in the way of power.
The embodiment of all lofty ideals.
The begetter of life.
The promise of the future.
The star of death’s night.
The revealer of God.
The guide, hope, and inspiration of man.
The compass that points to Heaven.
—Anonymous

<THE BIBLE–YET IT LIVES

Generations follow generations–yet it lives.
Nations rise and fall–yet it lives.
Kings, dictators, presidents come and go–yet it lives.
Torn, condemned, burned–yet it lives.
Hated, despised, cursed–yet it lives.
Doubted, suspected, criticized–yet it lives.
Damned by atheists–yet it lives.
Scoffed at by scorners–yet it lives.
Exaggerated by fanatics–yet it lives.
Misconstrued and misstated–yet it lives.
Ranted and raved about–yet it lives.
Its inspiration denied–yet it lives.

Yet it lives–as a lamp to our feet.
Yet it lives–as a light to our paths.
Yet it lives–as the gate to heaven.
Yet it lives–as a standard for childhood.
Yet it lives–as a guide for youth.
Yet it lives–as an inspiration for the matured.
Yet it lives–as a comfort for the aged.
Yet it lives–as food for the hungry.
Yet it lives–as water for the thirsty.
Yet it lives–as rest for the weary.
Yet it lives–as light for the heathen.
Yet it lives–as salvation for the sinner.
Yet it lives–as grace for the Christian.

To know it is to love it.
To love it is to accept it.
To accept it means life eternal.
—Willard L. Johnson

The Bible Poem

by George Rigby
Written in Damascus, Syria in 1941

Introduction The Bible’s Books are Sixty Six
The Spirit – their recorder;
Their stories – how they can transfix
So here they are – in order.
OLD Testament In GENESIS I will begin
With Adam, and with Eve
Who knew not any form of sin
‘Til Satan did deceive.

Now EXODUS will tell us most
Of Moses – Man of God,
And how he led all Israel’s host
When many miles they trod.

To LEVITICUS you have to turn
And read about the law;
The sacrifices which did burn
Unblemished – without flaw.

The next one tells of sin and shame
And how it all encumbers.
This book is good – here is its name
DEUTERONOMY – after NUMBERS.

Now JOSHUA was told to do
By vision – and by sound
To there and then remove his shoe
From off the Holy Ground.

JUDGES tells us – all forlorn
Of Samson and Delilah,
And how his lovely locks were shorn
His sight gone – nothing viler.

Then next, there comes a parting scene
The story – we all know as
The understanding love between
Naomi – RUTH – and Boaz.

First and second SAMUEL,
First and second KINGS :
They are a first class manual
And full of wondrous things.

First and second CHRONICLES now
Speak of one good Sire
Who gave his gold, and cedar bough
Hiram – King of Tyre.

In EZRA Six – and verse nineteen
A feast has been restored
The Israelites – it will be seen
Had God, their Lord, ignored.

Their story you will all recall
Concerning – NEHEMIAH
Who started on Jerusalem’s wall
And built it – Higher and Higher.

In ESTHER there’s a warning
And loudly – it is rung
For Haman was, one morning
On his own gallows – hung.

Faith is something hoped for
The evidence – not yet seen;
JOB had faith, with patience
And few – like him – there’s been.

David wrote the book of PSALMS
And one day in his path
He slew a man, of brawny arms
Goliath – the giant of Gath.

King Solomon was very wise
The PROVERBS he did write.
To fame, and power, he did arise
Please read this book – tonight.

ECCLESIASTES, Five-verse one
Is very plainly put
So when you to God’s house have gone
Remember – keep thy foot.

SONG OF SOLOMON, speaks of Love
So turn to it, and search
The story speaks of one above
Who is waiting for the Church.

The Prophets’ Books, are next in turn
And one is called ISAIAH
The “Spirit” helps us to discern
And the next is – JEREMIAH.

Sorrow and love, are indications
Chastening – the theme
A wondrous book is LAMENTATIONS
Jehovah’s ways are seen.

EZEKIEL was in Babylon
All Judah, was therein To that strange land, they all had gone:
God’s punishment, for their sin.

The children’s story, I will pen
And grown-ups too, will gape
It tells of DANIEL, in the Den
And how he did escape.

Turn over now, and have no fear
A sad tale, you will find
The writer, is by name HOSEA
He pours to you, his mind.

Of insects, does this story speak
In JOEL chapter one
The land with palmerworms doth reek
But do keep reading on.

In AMOS and in OBADIAH
Is reading at its best
Your heart may throb, you will retire
Abundantly well blessed.

There’s JONAH next, who would not preach
And so he did set sail.
He never thought, the shore he’d reach
Inside a great big whale.

Jerusalem, The Ancient City
Samaria, as well.
God does render them no pity
MICAH does this story tell.

And then comes NAHUM who does quote
Of God, who does not fail
The wicked city, which he smote
By sword by fire and gate.

I will rejoice, yes, in the Lord
And this verse, you will see.
The text itself, I will applaud
Read HABBAKUK, chapter three.

ZEPHANIAHHAGGAI
ZECHARIAH too
Not forgetting – MALACHI
Will thrill you, through and through.

NEW Testament

MATTHEW, MARK, LUKE and JOHN
All speak, with one accord
Of Jesus – who is God’s dear Son
Our Saviour – Master – Lord.

ACTS and ROMANS will recall
Of one who was converted;
You will be told – of one named Saul
Whose journey was diverted.

CORINTHIANS One – CORINTHIANS Two
Give us Paul’s advice.
He states Christ’s love is ever new
But he also deals with vice.

The next four books* are to the Church
All written by one hand.
They warn the people, not to lurch
For Apostasy was in the land.

*(These four books are:
GALATIANS, EPHESIANS,
PHILLIPIANS & COLOSSIANS)

The THESSALONIANS now we reach
And here we have an inkling:
“Be Ready” as the books do teach
When Christ comes – in a twinkling.

The books of TIMOTHY which are two
Are followed on by TITUS
They point us to the paths anew
Where nothing will affright us.

“Onesimus” – who once did steal
When tempted by the Demon
He brought a letter, with the seal
Of Paul – to one PHILEMON.

HEBREWS is a wondrous tale
Of Prophets, old and true
“By Faith” their works, they did avail
Christ gives that Faith – to you.

A Guiding book comes to us now
And read – you really must
It is the Christian path – I vow
The author – JAMES the Just.

PETER first– and PETER second
Tells us of Declensions
And our attention too, is beckoned
To matters, which he mentions.

First – Second and Third JOHN
And next to them comes JUDE
They tell of one – God’s dear Son
Who gives our Spiritual Food.

Then as this story, comes to end
We read of Devastation
For God – His wrath, will surely send
You must read REVELATION.

—source unknown

 

 

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