The Notebook

The Notebook

I found an old notebook the other day. 

Words from a young girl in a time far away.

Prayers for loved ones recorded in time,

And her heart recorded in rhyme. 

I found a notebook and started to read.

And as I heard myself, I couldn't believe. 

I was looking in the mirror at a younger me.

Who had faith and many dreams yet to be. 

I found a notebook and read the words. 

Many of them God alone heard. 

Some were poems and some were prayers. 

Some were silly stories I forgot were there. 

The moments written within came to light

And took me back to another place and time.

This notebook has forever embellished my past

The good, the bad and the feelings I had. 

I found this notebook out of the blue,

With words from my heart steadfast and true.

But even if I had never found this precious gem,

There is a notebook written in the hearts of all men.

Our memories and secrets are recorded there. 

Every act of faith and times we despair. 

Some memories we cherish with adoration. 

Some we hope to forget with consternation. 

But that notebook is there and we have the pen. 

Through each choice we make, we write them within. 

And at the end of our lives it's all on display.  

Every word and action every time we pray. 

This notebook holds our successes, failures and pride. 

Our hurts, fear and love that was denied. 

It chronicles the hope and faith we have too.

It records everything in plain view

But one thing this notebook is unable to record

Are the sins that were covered by Jesus our Lord.

The sins that were once in this notebook of our lives

Are miraculously deleted because of His sacrifice. 

I found a notebook which made me ponder.

On the value of life, the things we do to make life harder. 

Opportunities missed and choices we made. 

What's written within can determine our fate. 

© Sandra C. Johnson 2025

This poem was adapted into a song and can be viewed on my YouTube channel here: