It is prayer of Thanksgiving.
David writes in Psalm 138, I will praise
thee with my whole heart, Before the gods
will I sing praise unto thee.
And then his faith in God is demonstrated
in verse 8, The Lord will perfect that
which concerneth me.
I hold in my hands a tear-stained
Bible, The pages are worn, they're covered with
the scribblings and dates of Notes through the
years where God spoke to me here, And
a verse gave me strength there.
It's a record book with dates of all
the times Through the years I've turned to
this book, When I had no one else
to turn to.
And I stood on its promises as I
leaned on God's arm And clutched his word
close to my heart.
Oh, the many times I wept over it,
Hoped in it, rested upon it, And trusted
in its promises with the resolve and faith
That God would perfect that which concerneth me.
The Bible is my old faithful friend, Tried
and true, it's been dependable, In comforting in
times of trouble and affliction.
It's been nourishment to my soul when I
needed hope and help.
It's a testimony to the very grace of
God In saving a sinner like me.
It's a proof text on the dependability of
God To be true to his word that
God takes care of his own.
For time and time again, In its pages
I've written praises to God For his many
deliverances and answered prayers.
Years ago, I was reflecting upon Christ's words
From Matthew 16, 25, which state, For whosoever
will save his life shall lose it, And
whosoever will lose his life for my sake
shall find it.
After meditating on the significance of those words
And pondering them in my heart, I wrote
the following words in the flyleaf of this
Bible.
What is my life that I should keep
it selfishly from me?
I choose to lose it so completely, And
have it found in thee.
I can honestly say, I've come to know
the reality of those words, For I have
lost it all willingly To find Jesus to
be my all in all.
I don't have any material wealth or possessions
of this world To leave to my daughter
when I die.
All I have is this old worn-out
Bible With its pages discolored by her daddy's
tears Through these many years.