Lord, when I begin to grow slow and old,
May my love for You never ever grow cold
As I remember Your faithfulness past, present, to come,
Unchanging, eternal and of worth without sum.
As wrinkles and ailments with age increase,
Lord, give me Your peace
In knowing Your Love for me will not cease.
As youth, strength and beauty fade to grey hair,
Lord, may I not care,
Knowing in Your eyes I will always be fair.
And when I grow slow in mind and pace,
Lord, give me Your grace
To run still with joy the race;
For though I lose earthly hearing and sight,
My way You will still always light.
And so…….
Lord, when I begin to grow slow and old,
May my love for You never ever grow cold
As I remember Your faithfulness past, present, to come,
Unchanging, eternal and of worth without sum.
© Helen M Seeley
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