Special Issue:
The Scriptures—Written for You

I Hold His Book

by Julie Batty

I hold His book

In trembling hands.

The words are blurred

By the tears in my eyes.

I’ve traveled so far

Without His light to guide me.

But now, holding his book,

I realize

His light was before me always.

I was blinded by my own foolishness.

I had to experience it all alone.

It is true.

I know that now.

For He left the ninety and nine

To seek me out

Among the lost and forgotten of the world.

He led me from darkness

Back to the safety of the fold.

His blood was shed for me

And now I can, in part, repay the debt.

I’ll teach those still lost and wandering,

And crying in loneliness

As I once did

That, in time,

We may all join in singing the praises

of God.

Painting Rescue of the Lost Lamb by Minerva Teichert