Poem- My Bible and I

My Bible and I

By Edith Hendry


We traveled together,
My Bible and I,
Through all kinds of weather,
With smile or with sigh,
In sorrow or sunshine,
In tempest and calm;
Thy friendship unchanging,
My lamp and my psalm.

We’ve traveled together,
My Bible and I,
When life had grown weary,
And death even was nigh,
But through all the darkness
Of mist or of wrong,
I found Thee my solace,
A prayer or a song.

So who shall part us,
My Bible and I?
Shall errors or folliesOr new-lights who try?
Shall shadow for substance
Or stone for good bread,
Supplant Thy sound wisdom,
Give folly instead?

Oh, 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.

--Copyright 2007