The Aged Days
When old age comes and I grow weak and slow,
And cannot do the things I used to know,
Dear Father, please take care of soul and flesh,
And guide me through life’s trials.
It brings me shame to rent when I am old,
Lord, bless me with a house before I’m cold.
Let me build my own home before that day,
A place of rest where I can kneel and pray.
If others face poor health as age draws near,
These trials come with time, and bring us fear.
But still I pray with hope and lifted eyes:
Lord, keep me safe, till body fades or flies.
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