An open book
With all pages read
Stained with blood
From life's hard toils
A masterpiece
Of God's own hands
Living for Him
The open book
Shall be read again

This open book
Weary from work
Is strong nonetheless
Ink spoiled over
Cleaned once more
Renewed in heart
Soul and mind
The open book
Shall be read again

His open book
Frail and worn
Packaged and taped
To be reformed
Into something more beautiful
Forever
And evermore
The open book
Shall be read again

This open book
Full of tears
And shame
Yet also with
Grace and forgiveness
Will never be put down
Will never be finished
Ever
Ever again