Young-Old-Wrinkled-Gray
I was a young child,
I wandered upon Your playground and played.
Now, I am old-wrinkled and gray.
But, somewhere in between;
“I learned to trust in You as I prayed!”
And through that faith, a trust was built.
So now, as I journey to the end of this transitory life
I was always guided by a gentle-soft spoken voice;
“this is the way thou must go, walk ye that way.”
When I strayed off that path,
An unseen hand neither felt or seen held in His tender grip.
That hand guided me so I did not lose my way.
Then I was called home and without a doubt
I came upon Your door-knocked.
You did not hesitate; “You said, that You were expecting me.”
And You welcomed me inside.
Without a question – without a doubt
I built upon it all, my faith in – on the One who was sent.
“I won for myself ‘the victory’” – “the Crown of Righteousness.”
Thanks to the One, the Father sent that did not give up on me.
Amen.
Faye R. Hart
Feb. 24th 2024
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