The Gift

There’s a truth in growing old That’s almost worth the price you pay A wisdom surely captured By the act of going grey The burdens of the busy Are far lessened by degree In the overwhelming knowledge That the truth shall set you free Mountains can be moved, my friend And rivers can be parted “’Tis faith and faith alone” he cried The spring from where it started The eternal well of wisdom Brimmeth over, for to feed us The nectar slowly poureth From the weeping wounds of Jesus “Walk with Me” is his cry to man Do daily, as I do Salvation, lies in every deed If all your deeds be true Believe in God and live in love Deserving of His merit Let slip, the chains of youth, my friend Bathe freely in ones spirit For even on our darkest days The weakest star shines bright To lead us gently, through lifes maze To bask in Heavens light For Life can be a burden Or a blessing to behold The warmth of life enfolds Or some it leaves them cold Have no fear in passing over Help loved ones understand No need for pain or anguish God has it all in hand Life’s given as a gift you see The greatest story told And in truth, its rapture’s recognised By the grace of growing old