The Old Book Poem by Ivy Schex

I found a book; it’s pages yellow with time
Covered with leather and well worn with use
I could not know what a treasure I had found
Despite its age, the book was timeless
It told of joy and hope; sorrow and pain
But through all, God had left the message plain
He loves us all no matter what we do…
I found a book; it’s pages yellow with time
Covered with leather and well worn with use
I could not know what a treasure I had found