My Bible and I

  We’ve traveled together,
My Bible and I,
Through all kinds of weather,
With smile or with sigh!

In sorrow or in sunshine,
In tempest or calm!
Its friendship unchanging,
My lamp and my psalm.

We’ve traveled together,
My Bible and I,
When life had grown weary,
And death e’en was nigh!

But all through the darkness
Of mist or of wrong,
I found there a solace,
A prayer, and a song.

So now who shall part us,
My Bible and I?
Shall “isms” or schisms,
Or “new lights” who try?

Shall shadow for substance,
Or stone for good bread,
Supplant its sound wisdom,
Give folly instead?

Ah, no, my dear Bible,
Exponent of light!
The sword of the Spirit,
Put error to light!

And still through life’s journey,
Until my last sigh,
We’ll travel together,
My Bible and I.

(Charles Sandford, adapted)