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.