I read an ad the other day,
That made me stop and smile,
BIBLES! CLOSE OUT SALE! LAST CHANCE!
Hm-m, are Bibles going out of style?
The ad said different sizes,
Different colors, different hues,
Different versions, different printings,
Sealed in plastic, never used.
They had robust blues for little boys,
Soft pinks for little girls,
Pure white to hold at Christenings,
And dark black for funerals.
Some had pictures; some had maps,
Print choices ... large or small,
Italics, bold, or fancy script,
Or combinations using all.
Deluxe or standard bindings
Would determine basic price;
Hardbacks or paperbacks were good,
But leather-bound was extra nice.
The ad forgot to mention,
Or give credit where it's due,
To the Author of the Manuscript,
Or to any of His views.
But the piece' de resistance,
That I really slowed to read,
Was the ad's very final statement,
ALL BIBLES - FULLY GUARANTEED!
Guaranteed? That's interesting,
How does one guarantee a Bible?
In other words, if it doesn't work,
Does that mean the publisher is libel?
There are no written guidelines,
Nor advice on how to use it,
And it has no warning labels,
On the ways one might abuse it.
It comes with no suggested dosage,
Like, "Take three chapters every day;"
There're no instructions or directions,
On how to hold it when one prays.
So, fully guaranteed for what?
Fire, flood, or theft?
Hurricanes or earthquakes?
Let's see, what else is left.
It seems to me a guarantee,
Is good coming only from its maker,
So, if it's offered on a Bible,
It should come from the Creator.
God keeps every promise made,
That's good enough for me;
With a Cross, He sealed His Word,
And guaranteed eternity.
I sighed and put my paper down,
Bibles should be free;
Their price was paid long, long ago,