I Live With Prayer

My brittle bones, they break with age My skin, it wrinkles at the touch My vision’s failing, ears can’t hear Still, God loves me so very much This life was long and yet I’m here Through wars and peace, again more wars I guess He wants me to go on Though I can’t take it that much more But, yet, I know He has this plan Of which I am not yet certain When the time has come for to go It is then He’ll draw the curtain But for now, although eyes are weak I will look forward to each day Knowing, He has great plans for me Is the fate for which I do pray