A very of poem about Bible study: “How readest thou? It is one thing to read the Bible through, It is another thing to read, learn and do, Some read it with design to learn to read, But to the subject, they pay little heed, Some read it as a duty once a week, but no instruction from the Bible seek, While others read it with little care, with no regard to how they read nor hear, Some read to bring themselves into repute, by showing others they can dispute, while others read because their neighbours do, to see how long it will take to read it through, Some read it for the wonders that are there, How David killed a lion and a bear, while others read with uncommon care, hoping to find contradiction there, Some read it but it does not speak to them, But to the people of Jerusalem, once some people read with fake spectacles in their eyes, They just see things as people see in the world, and they understand very little what they read, Some even try to bend passages ...
Not what my hands have done can save my guilty soul; not what my toiling flesh has borne can make my spirit whole. Not what I feel or do can give me peace with God; not all my prayers and sighs and tears can bear my awful load. Your voice alone, O Lord, can speak to me of grace; your power alone, O Son of God, can all my sin erase. No other work but yours, no other blood will do; no strength save that which is divine can bear me safely through. I praise the Christ of God; I rest on love divine; and with unfaltering lip and heart I call this Savior mine. My Lord has saved my life and freely pardon gives; I love because he first loved me, I live because he lives.