Poem July 15, 1950 Issue

SPARE TEXTBOOK

Leland S. Thompson

Just now we found it, somehow hid away—
"Why, here's a copy we can let them read!"
How many grateful borrowers have held
These truth-revealing pages, fragile, worn,
Replaced long since, but valiant still for duty.
And so, once more, Love bids you on your way.

Kind messenger! We joyously recall
The day you came to us, all firm and new,
A polished bar of gold in leather bound,
Your cover bright with shining cross and crown.
How tenderly we turned your chaste white leaves,
Explored in awed delight from "Prayer" to "Fruitage."

Through countless Lesson-Sermons, year on year,
Bible and you, inseparably joined,
Companioned us along the heights and valleys.
What times unnumbered, opened randomly
Amid the din of error, your clear voice
Spoke Principle's exact and healing thought.

Go forth again, crusader! Spread your pinion!
Bring to another child of God dominion.

Leland S. Thompson

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