Blood Bought
My hair, graying – it’s still my hair
Like the song, still living on a prayer
My skin, wrinkled – yes, I’m growing old
But, the Lord gave me a heart of gold
My steps these days, come more slowly
But, I know One who is precious, holy
My knees ache when I go up those stairs
I might feel like hibernating with the bears
My tears fall when I see children play
As I remember a time before I was old and gray
My memories are blessings, so sweet
Just as beautiful as the autumn wheat
My days are numbered, but I don’t care
Because I know Jesus – He hears each prayer
My heart feels lonely when autumn nears
But I won’t believe those darker fears
My spirit is stirred by the leaves as they dance
And I’m sure that my soul is being given a chance
My life isn’t over, even though the flowers fade
He restores my soul, made sure I’m unafraid
My Jesus waters my autumn with His grace
As He walks over heaven, in His special place
My song hasn’t ended and though I’m more worn
There is never a doubt, I am still a flower born….
Born on the mountain, watered by God’s love
Blessed by this autumn that fits like a glove
I’m just an autumn flower, a chrysanthemum, a leaf
Sheltered by the spirit of my heart’s sweet belief
He is always with me – even as my hair turns gray
And I hope you will believe me – He hears when I pray
I’m praying for this joy that fills me up inside
Will come to everyone, where the bloods applied
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2026
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