My Autumn Days - Re-Posted

As I move into my autumn,

When life starts to slow down,
I don’t look at what’s left to me,
And wear a mournful frown.

I’ll lift up the tattered edges
Of my bright, colored days
And dance upon the winds of faith
Singing my songs of praise.

I know that I cannot change life,
But life will not change me,
And, as I drift at last to earth,
I’ll rejoice that I’m free! 

Psalm 40:16

But may all who seek you rejoice and be glad in you; may those who long for your saving help always say, “The Lord is great!”