Coffee on Coaster Conversations: Tap, trace, tap, the Bible is your map

 

  Today marks the 17th anniversary of my dad’s passing. How did seventeen years page-turn so quickly? 

But, as the years have flipped-flipped-flipped through life chapters, I have held the Bible close under morning light and red words near my weak sight.

Right before my dad passed away, we had a spiritual moment together. He was feeble and unable to talk, but as I read the Bible to him during his last days, he tapped the green cover with his finger. It was as if he was telling me with a loud megaphone voice, continue this way! Continue to use God’s map to avoid getting lost in the world. Keep your eyes on the map and hike heavenly geography ground. 

Daily, open God’s word and tap and trace lines with your finger towards directive fulfillment and joyful strength.

So…

Tap, tap, tap 

The Bible is your map 

Set it upon glowing lap 

Tap, tap, tap 

Word of God

His staff, His rod

Directs and lovingly prods

Tap, tap, tap

Red worded pages 

Ageless, lack of mazes. 

Tap, trace, tap

Pace by bold pace

Fight the good fight 

with righteous faith 

Ah! I see them! 

God’s pearly welcoming gates

Where Jesus, my dad, loved ones

peacefully, perfectly congregate

and gloriously, huggingly await