'Read Me'

Please do not just look at my cover
And assume that’s the way I am inside.
Open me up, and over my words let your eyes hover,
And see parts of me that do hide.
I know that my cover is as stone,
It is cold and rough to the touch.
But my pages inside, they tell of one
That desires to be warm, kind and such.

Each chapter tells of my warm, loving heart,
How it yearns to spread love all around.
It sings also how all should get a good start
At praising the Lord, and how true peace can be found.

So do not let me gather dust upon a shelf
Just because my cover is unappealing.
Take time to read me, to know my true self,
And about me, get a good, positive feeling.


Lord, there is none beside, nor before You.
Domine Deus, tu solus sanctus. Amen.

© Greg Alan Oosterhouse,11-14-2006