Family Bible I hold a family bible, it was meant for someone else, But I'll treasure it forever, and I've kept it to myself, For it holds some precious memories, things that I shall not forget, Each one holds a different meaning of the things I won't forget. There's some things my mother taught me, There's some pictures that friends gave, There's a pressed rose of my father's, That was laid upon his grave... There's a picture of their grandchild, They had waited for so long. There's some words between the pages, Of my mother's favorite song... Now this bibles precious to me, for you see they weren't my own, They took me in when I was little gave me love, an a christian home. Raised me so I'd know my Saviour, helped me when I was alone, Written in this precious bible... give to her when I am gone, So I'll treasure this dear bible, Till the day God calls me home... And I hope to see their faces, Standing by God's shining throne... By Jene Lind' 5-27-70 Sis, thank you so much for allowing me, to share your beautiful poem.