The years have turned to decades;
The decades, to scores.
Age can bind the body
But still love’s spirit soars.
I’ve loved Him since I was but a child.
He’s my friend when the storms are wild.
When forsaken by others, He’s at my side.
When troubled by choices, He’s been my guide.
In sorrow, He’s my comfort;
In panic, He’s my calm;
In confusion, He’s my anchor;
In illness, He’s my balm.
He makes me holy, pays my debt
Forgives my sins, and better yet –
I’ve been declared righteous because of His blood
He fights my battles, and gives me His love.
He’s my God, my Savior,
my Life, Light, and Love!
Nay! I’ll not mourn the passing years
that lead me to Him above.
Being thankful upon celebrating my life of eighty-two years – birthday yesterday, January 24th
For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end. Then shall ye call upon me, and ye shall go and pray unto me, and I will hearken unto you. and ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart. And I will be found of you, saith the Lord; . . . (Jer. 29:11-14a)