Even To Old Age

It lay there in the grass alone,
Blown down, far from its tree,
And there it will die, all alone.
That old leaf could be me.
 
Yet, I do not fear growing old,
Or dying all alone,
For He who made me, loves me still.
That love remains my own.
 
The promise He made long ago,
Still stands as truth today.
He said that He would stay with me
Even when old and gray.
 
It is to that promise I cling
When, like that autumn leaf,
I feel as if I’m all alone
Or withered in my grief.
 
With that promise from heaven’s King
Old age rouses no fear,
For I will never be alone
While my Savior is near.
 
Isaiah 46:4
even to your old age I am he, and to gray hairs I will carry you. I have made, and I will bear; I will carry and will save.