Images

As I think back to what once was I glance at my image and think of the things that time does Old I have become, aged and wise The pace of life and responsibilities I despise I miss my youth, I can see what time has done And I wonder, oh I wonder If other’s can appreciate what type of man I have become This image of me I miss This is what I used to be When life was simpler And living, learning and loving was all I needed to see I wish with all my heart That I could get back to that place The youthful approach That in life I used to face And then all at once The image that life has caused to hide Was just beyond the surface It stood there before me It was always inside. My image is simply that and no more So I needn’t try to change it Or treat it as a door. It is not your image to which you are defined But your actions in life That you use in the expense of your time This life is both a gift and a test No burden of the heart is best And there are three images of yourself that matter most Your image for your spouse, your children And to he, the holy ghost.