The Good Book


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What would I take with me on an island way out in the sea?

Well that’s simple. I’d take the Good Book that sets me free!


Some might say they’d take simple things to help keep them alive.

A boat, knife or water. Of course, these things would ensure that they’d survive.


But life here on this earth is short.

And as for me, this is what I can report.


Christ died for me. He set me free.

So I can live eternally.


So why not spend what time I have left —

With my savor and not the things of theft?


Because that’s what “things” will always be.

“Things” that will never, ever, cross over into eternity.


So leave me with the only one thing that sure.

The Good Book and a will to endure.

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