Oh, elderly one,
Is your life one big sigh?
Are you marching in place,
Waiting your turn to die?
Despair not, nor worry;
The Lord knows your place.
He’s ready to help you
Keep on with the race.
Turn sighs into singing;
Great praises to Him.
Each day that’s remaining,
Devote to the King.
Forsake not the gift
He has given to you.
The gift gets more precious
With years left, but a few.
So march toward the goal;
Not in place, wasted time.
Each step a bit closer
To our Lord, so divine.
“They will still bear fruit in old age, they will stay fresh and green,”
—Ps. 92:14 (NIV)