The Bible, What’s It Say to Me?

The gory story is God’s glory,
What’s in it, what’s it to me?
The Bible is a true love story,
Salvation for humanity.

That gory story is God’s great love,
The one that wrote it knew it well,
The matchless story of God above,
To rescue me from lowest hell.

He wrote it with a nail pierced hand,
he wrote it with a thorn pierced head,
this matchless love we understand,
the love that rescues one from dead.

The Bible is a bundled book,
it's graciousness shines in the stars,
whence Abraham and all might look,
of Christ the shepherd and his scars.

The ups and downs of those who walk,
its pages harbor nine who lie,
its pages praise no son's who balk,
yet will encourage those who try.

The Bible is a book that lives
it lives beyond the patriarch,
it tells us of God who forgives,
it braves the wave or sands that parch.

It is the book by which we rise,
It is the book for man's last hope,
For now for aye when we demise,
Our scouring powders and our soap.

The Bible is a song a dance,
Upon the sea of Pharaohs pride,
It is the Canaanites lost chance,
It is the Book God fortified.

It is the martyrs trust and hope,
Bound down to stake and fire and flame,
The word of dread for pride of Pope,
Or stupid dupes of Christian name.

The Bible is a course for slaves,
Sand and heat and thirst and sweat,
The Bible is a book that saves,
For Christians caught in Satan's net.

The Bible is for wise man, Kings,
Pursued by Philistines or bear,
That says beyond, (it all) the Christian sings,
And fills the temple court with prayer.

It's full of wise things wisdom wrote,
It gives me encourage if I’m weak,
It tells the end of the Scape Goat
It tells of David by the creek.