Friday, June 28, 2013

Friday Slowdown

I found no other way to share this with you all, than to embed this in the post. I hope that you will forgive the intrusion -- ordinarily I try to work things out so that the music only plays if you decide to click on it. But this wonderful song and tune was so special that I wanted you to hear it.
This precious hymn was written in 1893, but the words surely speak to us as wives, mothers, and sisters. Whether married or single, we need to let our lights shine for Him!

There’s a dear and precious Book,
Though it’s worn and faded now,
Which recalls those happy days of long ago,
When I stood at mother’s knee,
With her hand upon my brow,
And I heard her voice in gentle tones and low.

Blessèd Book, precious Book,
On thy dear old tear stained leaves I love to look;
Thou art sweeter day by day, as I walk the narrow way
That leads at last to that bright home above.

As she read the stories o’er
Of those mighty men of old,
Of Joseph and of Daniel and their trials,
Of little David bold,
Who became a king at last,
Of Satan and his many wicked wiles.

Then she read of Jesus’ love,
As He blessed the children dear,
How He suffered, bled and died upon the tree;
Of His heavy load of care,
Then she dried my flowing tears
With her kisses as she said it was for me.

Well, those days are past and gone,
But their memory lingers still
And the dear old Book each day has been my guide;
And I seek to do His will,
As my mother taught me then,
And ever in my heart His Words abide.

Blessèd Book, precious Book,
On thy dear old tear stained leaves I love to look;
Thou art sweeter day by day, as I walk the narrow way
That leads at last to that bright home above.

Update: I removed the embedded file of the music but you can access it by using this link if you are interested: http://mp3bear.com/shannon-steele-my-mothers-bible

1 comment:

CATachresis said...

I can't hear the music, Jacque! But I love the words! Have a blessed weekend!