Lord, singing the hymn listed below
with the line, “I’ll be there
when you are old,”
makes me catch my breath.
It didn’t have that effect
when I was younger.
When people get up to give
my husband and I seats on the bus,
or when my daughters serve
the family dinners, I realize,
that I am considered “old.”
It’s hard to get used to, Lord.
Help me to age gracefully.
Where can I go from your spirit? Or where can I flee from your presence? If I ascend to heaven, you are there; if I make my bed in Sheol, you are there. If I take the wings of the morning and settle at the farthest limits of the sea, even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me fast.
Hymn: I Was There to Hear Your Borning Cry