In an old dirty street
On an evening so mild
The salesman bought a Bible
For his little child.
With an olive wood cover
Pages edged in gold
Both testaments within it
For his 5 year old.
"I've got a picture Bible Dad":
She had shyly said
"But I would really like
A proper one instead."
So moved by a sense of occasion
For that's the way I am
I bought my child a Bible
From a book shop in Jerusalem.
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Author:
Phillip W Walter (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A clammy evening in Old Jerusalem and a Book Shop is open. It seemed the right time to buy a Bible.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
A wonderful write of passing on a belief to an open heart. Well written
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