The Family Bible Poem by Franklin Spriggs

That old tattered Bible,
My daddy would always read,
Sitting on the table,
In his hand it use to be.

He would read the lovely stories,
Nothing could ever takes it's place,
Those stories that were spoken,
Helped to build our faith.

Through hard times and good,
Those verses remained the same,
Just one step closer to Heaven,
As we called on Jesus name.

Now daddy is long gone,
The family Bible gathers dust,
The pages rarely looked at,
The stories have been hushed.

Life is a lot more quiet,
Than what it use to be,
Since my daddy has gone home,
Leaving the Bible he loved to read.

Author
Franklin Spriggs
August 29,2008