You’re Holding the Best Part of Me
It’s a bit tattered
It’s a bit worn
There are some places
Where the pages are torn
Dog eared and marked up
Not much to see
But when you hold it
You’re holding the best part of me
I was so mixed up
I’d lost my way
I had forgotten
The feeling of grace
At first confusing
Challenged all I believe
Now when you hold it
You’re holding the best part of me
It made me wonder
Time and again
Its page speak to me
Like the voice of a friend
Like Linus’ blanket
It’s been my security
So I sent it to you
You’re holding the best part of me
Filed under: Uncategorized on November 1st, 2009
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