I found an old, old Bible
Tucked away with other books.
And felt perhaps a treasure lay
within its pages — so I looked.
I didn’t find a treasure rare
inside the book itself.
But upon the faded pages
were gifts beyond man’s wealth.
The words told a wondrous story
A time I’d never seen.
A cross with blood upon it,
a Man who died for me.
I thought I’d find possessions
Searching that forgotten nook.
Instead I found my Lord and Savior
hidden in a dusty book.
– Marcia K. Leaser
