Book Of Books

Two things go together, Which no man can part. Dust upon the Bible, Drought within the heart. Are you parched and weary, Take the Bible down. The dust on its covers, Have turned the edges brown. But inside, oh inside, There are living waters. Enough for all sons of men, And yes, for all the daughters. Comfort for all sorrow, Forgiveness for each sin. Take the Bible down, There's Bread and Wine within. Lyric and drama, War's disgraceful story. Prophecy and epic, And true salvation's glory. Songs for your joyousness, Balm for your grief. Tree of Life within one book, Its root, its fruit and leaf. A lost poem written by Wilhelmina Stitch (Ruth Collie) . (November 1888-March 6th 1936)