The Book.. part one

I didn't like our journal assignment for this week in writing class... So I'm not doing it and am turning this in instead! To be continued... I already have the next two parts so let me know what you think!

I rolled of the presses, ink warm on my pages. After they’d all dried, machines bonded them together. They put a nice hard cover on me, to protect me, I think. I was proud of that cover. It was red and smooth, with my title in gold ink. It was a prestigious title, too, and I hoped I could go to someone who would love and cherish me. I was boxed together with others just like me, and shipped off somewhere.
Soon I felt myself being unpacked and placed into a drawer. I sat there for weeks and weeks, just waiting for someone to read me. I heard voices, music, and footsteps, but no one came to me. I stayed in the drawer.
Then one day, the drawer was opened and light flooded my once dark home. I was lifted out, not entirely gently, but taken out all the same. I watched as a pair of stressed brown eyes looked my cover over. They quickly put me back and shut the drawer. Why hadn’t they opened me? Didn’t they know of the wonderful message that was living atop my pages?
The same person opened the drawer later that day, late at night. He stared warily, and cautiously opened the front cover. I held my breath and waited for him to go on. But he slammed it shut again and threw it back in the drawer. He shoved the drawer, but it didn’t close all the way. It was left open just a crack, enough to let in some light. Dim light filled my drawer, and soon the light grew slowly brighter. Still very dim, but brighter than before. Soon a sliver of the moon was visible, and I rejoiced at the thought it brought forth: Praise ye Him, sun and moon: praise Him, all ye stars of light.*
Soon the moonlight reflected off of my gold lettering and cast a small spot of glow upon the ceiling. This captured the attention of the man, and he opened the drawer yet again. This time, as I stared into his empty eyes, he opened more than my front cover. He turned a few pages. He picked through great chunks frantically, looking for something. Stop flipping and look harder! Fill their faces with shame; that they may seek Thy name, O LORD.** It was right there.
His face gave away the shame he tried so hard to hide. Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.*** He was seeking forgiveness, I knew it; but he was looking for it wrongly. He was looking for some act of righteousness he could perform as atonement.
For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: not of works, lest any man should boast.**** But he didn’t see this. In his frustration, he threw me to the ground. The answers are here! Come, open me and look again! But he kicked me under the bed. I heard him weep, and it saddened me greatly.
I heard him leave, not bothering to return me to my home in the drawer. Good-bye, oh lost one. May you find your way into His great arms before you face eternity without Him. He, who created you, he loves you. Come home to Him.

*Psalm 148:3
**Psalm 83:16
***Matthew 7:7
****Ephesians 2:8-9