My hair’s a little faded now,
But I still bloom with joy,For I don’t need beauty or youth,
Your sweet grace to enjoy.
Although I’m slipping on in years,
There’s much I’ve left to do.
For years I lived focused on me
But now I live for You.
I may be past my brightest bloom,
But, without doubt, I know
I’m blessed that You love me so much
That I have room to grow.
Psalm 92:14
They will still bear fruit in old age, they will stay fresh and green
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