How often we think
That we know it well
Thus we say within our heart
This story must be right
But then the moment comes
When we find that it's not so
For the picture is now changed
From the one we heard before.
The cover of a book
It looks so grand and true
But hidden within its pages
Are things we know aren't
But how we try and see
And make the story so
But then it fails to work for us
For we cannot change the scene.
But there is one book
That I do know
For the covers tell a story
Of the One who came and died for me
That's hope for all, you see
So take the Master's hand this day
For from His lips you'll hear him say
"Come follow Me today."
