Old Age

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My hair’s a little faded now,

But I still bloom with joy,
For I don’t need beauty or youth,
Your blessings to enjoy.

Although I’m slipping on in years,

There’s much I’ve left to do.
For years I lived focused on me
And now I live for you.

I may be past my brightest bloom,

But, without doubt, I know
I’m blessed that you still care for me
And I have room to grow.

Psalm 92:14

They will still bear fruit in old age, they will stay fresh and green