Tattered cover, front and back
Tattered pages, making up for my slack
The words inside, comforting are they
Abounding words, I hear them say
They speak to my soul, as I scroll,
Through text upon text of His distinguishing roll
He picks me up and takes me in,
And in that moment I feel whole again
Inadequate, unworthy, those feelings seems to vanish,
Cause when I do wrong, He doesn't ever banish
To describe his love, it's way too broad-
Yes, this is the love of my Father, my God
Oh how this word is beautiful on the pages,
But we learn it on the road for all of ages
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