Bible

by emuesiri osama   Nov 24, 2006


Born into the world of sin,
I became imperfect knowing
The end result is death. No one to help,
In my helplessness I wept.
I journey to the most distance
parts of the earth to find a way out of sin.
I cross the red sea and climbed the highest mountains
yet with no result. Alas! Little do I know,
I have the with me the book to assist me,
to light up my path. Yes, a book inspired,
beneficial for teaching, reproving…
making one to be competent
and completely equipped to fight and
overcome sin. What wonderful book is this?
Yes it God’s word, his own book
The Bible

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