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.