God Loves Me Though I'M Old
When I was young and vibrant I had so many friends
Some of them told me they'd be with me to the end
Now I'm old and feeble; my hair is full of gray
How I could use those friends right now
As in my younger days
Some people say I'm senile because my mind will come and go
I just wish somebody would care enough to show
That I am not forgotten and love me like I am
I know that Jesus loves me and I'm His precious lamb
One day soon when Jesus comes and takes me home with Him
I'll wear a crown of righteousness embelished with fine gems
To God I have been faithful; He's always seen me through
That day I hope to hear Him say My child I'm pleased with you
Enter into My presence - come rest your weary bones
I promise you up here with Me you'll never be alone
Written for my mother Kathleen G. Thompson who has alzheimers.
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