The Tattered Pages

The pages lay on the table
where she left them last night.
Love written there was no fable.
It filled her heart with delight.

Her fingers touched the golden edge
of the papers tattered and worn.
Years ago she made a pledge
to read these pages every morn.

Her love for Him grew each day.
What a sacrifice He'd made.
She knew she'd never stray.
Every day she read and prayed.

She grew closer to her Lord
and would serve Him all her days.
This was the Savior she adored.
Her heart overflowed with His praise.

She lived by the words on its pages.
When she died it was laying by her side.
It had sustained her through all ages.
Now with Her Lord she would abide.