I did not often pick it up to take a closer look,
It really was not my first choice,
when it came to reading books.
Still, others thought I knew it well, and if the truth be told,
there were a few notes in the margin –
pages gilt with faded gold.
I was set an example of purity, a portrait of innocence.
Sure, my actions spoke boldly –
but my heart sat on the fence.
It was my dirty little secret that nobody ever knew,
I was so afraid to be exposed,
my ignorance just grew.
And sometimes I cried, but mostly – I did not cry at all.
My heart was very light, but heavy,
was the burden on my soul.
“You must read this book!” I would declare,
but what I said was hardly fair,
the book it was just sitting there,
upon my dusty shelf.
And with Pharisaic certainty,
I’d say it was my favourite read,
a true picture of hypocrisy,
seldom gaining from its wealth.
So my ignorance still grew,
for its words I hardly knew,
and time (as it does) just flew –
the clock a-ticking ticking.
and my feet they were a-slipping,
I was stumbling and tripping –
From the shore a-drifting,
further, farther, far away.
Then one day – I just crumbled.
I realized I had stumbled –
one too many times while walking down another way.
My voice, I realized, I was giving,
to something I wasn’t really living.
My heart it fell down, humbled – and at his feet I prayed.
The cover was all dusty,
the cover of this book.
It was never really my first choice –
now I picked it up and looked.
At His feet I fell down, at others feet I learned.
I found the more His words came in,
the more for them I yearned.
Its words at first seemed bitter, but after more time at his feet
The more I came to find His words
And the more I let others teach, the more I came to see –
The solutions all were in the book,
And the problem was with me.
I realized that along with works, I needed my own faith.
Not just to be reliant on
what the speaker says.
So now the clock’s still ticking, tocking,
and life is never stopping,
but now I take the time (with coffee)
to sit down with that book and read.
For deep within its pages,
is a wealth for all the ages,
wisdom more than all the sages –
and its treasure that I need.
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