THE AGING PROCESS

As I grow older, my eyes do not see as well,
Yet my vision is so much better, that I can tell,
For I see things more clearly that will lead me on
Back to my Father in heaven and my eternal throne.

I cannot hear half as well as I did years before.
Yet that still small voice is clear I hear it more,
A voice that will direct my feet on the right path,
So one day if I endure I’ll have all the Father hath.

My step is not as firm, sometimes I walk with a cane,
Yet my feet are firmly set so sweet heaven I may gain.
If I stumble because my earthly strength is now failing,
All is well, for my strong stride to my Lord is aiming.

My voice now may tremble, not sing quite so loud,
My voice not be heard above the maddening crowd,
But my heart will sing His praises, aloud forevermore.
And I hope I’ll go rejoicing through heaven’s door.

M Ann Margetson © October 8, 2000
2000/Theaging
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