Dusty Bibles on forgotten shelves, While brand new cell phones glow for ourselves. Pages of truth left bound and unread, While endless scrolls fill heart and head.
God’s Word sits quiet, a lamp to the feet, Yet we chase the noise of the digital street. Eternal wisdom waiting to be known, But we cling instead to what’s shown on the phone.
If only our hearts would hunger again, For timeless truth that never ends. To trade the fleeting for what atones No more dusty Bibles, no more hollow phones.
Matthew 4:4 (KJV) “Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God.”
