”Venturing into God’s love and wisdom is the greatest adventure any soul can experience.”
As I continue doing research for my next post, I hoped to offer something here during the interim—something that was a blessing to me, and so am hoping will bless my readers as well. My mom sent this poem to me—it’s one of those that I realized was expressing thoughts very similar to those I’ve had in the past. So I kinda sorta wish I had been the one to write it, but I did not, and the author is unknown. Whoever it was, I completely agree with their words and have experienced this lack, caused by my own slack, but also have often witnessed this dilemma in others.
Enjoy.
I Thought I Knew My Bible
Yes I thought I knew my bible, reading piecemeal hit or miss,
Now a bit of Psalms or Proverbs, now a verse in Genesis.
Certain chapters of Isaiah, certain Psalms, the twenty-third,
Twelfth of Proverbs, first of Romans; yes I thought I knew the word.
But I found that thorough reading was a different thing to do,
And the way was unfamiliar, when I read my bible through.
You who like to play at bible, dip and dabble here and there,
Just before you kneel a weary, and yawn a hurried prayer.
You who treat the crown of writings as you treat no other book,
Just a paragraph disjointed, just a crude impatient look.
Try a worthier procedure; try a broad and steady view.
You will bow in very wonder, when you read the bible through,
And through and through.
Author Unknown
