Growing Old

There are pictures on the wall, or so I'm told, I am sitting in this hall just growing old, And the nurse who passes by, Takes no notice when I cry, I am waiting here to die, and growing old. All my thoughts are deep within and growing old, Very weak and very thin, I'm growing old, Many mem'ries of the past, How I thought those days would last, Now my future has been cast, I'm growing old. In the days when I was young and very bold, Saw my life as yet unsung, not growing old, Now I sit inside these walls, As the nurses walk the halls, I am weak and very small and growing old. Heaven's gates are open wide with streets of gold, Soon I'll cross that great divide while growing old, There my Savior waits for me, I will praise on bended knee, Then forever I'll be free, not growing old.