My little boy’s first Bible
Is the greatest thrill he’s known;
There’s a sweet, unique excitement
In a Bible all his own!
And yet my heart is smitten
At this touching sight I see;
Has this reverence for that Bible
Depended much on me?
As I see him with his Bible,
I bow my head and pray;
May he always love that Bible
The way he does today.
Then I hear a voice within me
Speak in solemn words and true:
“How he cherishes that Bible
Will depend a lot on you!”
I love my Bible better
Since I’ve seen the beaming joy
This wonderful possession
Has afforded to my boy.
May I seek to give mine daily
A devotion he can see,
For the love he bears his Bible
Will depend a lot on me.