I found this bookmark in a used bible that I purchased. It says it all for me. I wonder about who owned the bible before me every time I read it.
My Bible and I
We've travelled together
My Bible and I,
Through all kinds of weather
with smile or with a sigh!
In sorrow or in sunshine,
in temptest or calm!
Thy friendship unchanging
my lamp and my Psalm.
We've travelled together
my Bible and I,
when life had grown weary,
and death e'en was nigh!
But all through the darkness
of mist or of wrong,
I found there a solace,
a prayer and a song.
So now who shall part us?
My Bible and I?
Shall "isms" or "schisms"
or "new lights" who try?
Shall shadow for substance,
or stone for good bread,
supplant thy sound wisdom,
give folly instead?
Ah, no, my dear Bible,
exponent of light!
Thou sword of the Spirit,
put error to flight!
And still thru life's journay,
until my last sigh,
we'll travell together,
my Bible and I.