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
Copyright © Peter Walsh | Year Posted 2018
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