Just A Tiny Bible Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

JUST A TINY BIBLE

I've walked the halls of sorrow
And felt so all alone
Steeped in doubt and sadness
Thinking I'd never make it home.

Each little sound so grating
Standing all my nerves on end
Wandering there so all alone
Just praying for a friend.

Then out of all the darkness
A flicker did I see
Growing to a guiding light
Sent there for only me.

The doubt and sadness floated
Off to a distant shore
And I was filled with love so dear
To guide me evermore.

Just a tiny little Bible
Left upon a bedside tray
A guide for all the ages
Giving me a brighter day.


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt


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