PEOPLE OF THE BOOK
They gave him the book; they said it was holy And so he committed large portions to memory They called it Scripture; they said it was true Though as how to grasp most of it, he didn’t have a clue. They said God was the author; they said the book was inspired But for God to speak in human words; well, how could that transpire? And if he didn’t understanding the meaning, to whom could he turn? What are parents for? So he quickly learned… No question was unanswered; the truth was black on white Moses and Mom – God had spoken to them both; one taught by his letters, the other by her life One day, adventure beckoned and the boy flew the coop Where to, you may ask? Why of course, to Bible school. Meandering among the towering rows of books, he contemplated the vast knowledge stretched from wall to wall And this little fellow realized that it’s a big wide world after all . He had always enjoyed works of history; now, as he surveyed the countless ...