O’ little Bible do not worry.  The Holy Lord has seen your plight. 

You sit undisturbed, your pages unturned, they just pass you by day and night.

You’ve been made to bring glory to a people in darkness.  And how your words yearn to go home.

But other than dusting for the sake of appearance, they pretty much leave you alone.

But God has raised, with his glorious hand, many hearts from the rocks in the cold.

He gave them a mouth and instilled them with strength, to utter your words; oh so bold!

By His Grace