In Our Age of Grayness

old-man-walking
The dust is a must
The problem is just
That wrinkles and rust…
When the oil can, can’t
When the shall becomes shan’t
When our cartilage wears, and pain-free disappears
When gray becomes white
And feeble, our might
And read, we must
With a much brighter light
Like lettuce, we wilt
Like colors, we fade
Like rainbows, appear
And quick, fade away
Our shell becomes fragile
Our time here is less
But forsaken, we’re not
In our age of grayness
To Him be the glory
Who’s made us His own
Who made all our joints, and sinew, and bone
And Who knows where we’ll rest
When it’s time to go home
To Him be the glory
Since orphans, we’re not
Since Jesus, He came
And our freedom, He bought
Be cut off from God, anymore?
We cannot
So when tears, they are torn
And blurs, they are blurry
When bruises, they bruise
And muscles don’t hurry
When sounds are not sounding
When remembers are less
Be still in the Father
Who fathers us best.

– kb

“I will be your God throughout your lifetime–until your hair is white with age.
I made you, and I will care for you.  I will carry you along and save you.” – Isaiah 46:4

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