In my hands I hold a Bible.
It was once my sister's book.
It was sent me by her children
With love, I opened it and looked.
As I turned the thin worn pages
I felt her warm presence near.
She led me to the passages
That to her were very dear.
As I read the words she underlined;
Tears filled my eyes so much....
I could scarcely see the scriptures,
But I felt my sister's touch.
Gentle hands that held this Bible
Held to mine through out our days.
From childhood till the day she left...
She taught me her gentle ways.
I still feel her right beside me
When I pick her Bible up.
I hear my sister's gentle voice,
Saying, "Drink From Heavens Cup."
"Open up this Bible sister.
Read; what I have lined with care.
If you cannot find your way dear...
My hands will lead you there."
I thank God for you dear sister.
I want to walk the path you trod.
Hold closely to my hand and heart...
While I come nearer to my God.
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