Growing old can seem hard
With it's aches and pains,
While adjusting to change,
But there's more to life
Than It just passing by.
It's within your heart,
That it is told;
That paints the picture
Of growing old.
While I'm thinking back,
My memory of the events
That were forming and changing me,
There were joys overflowing
And sorrows for my gain,
But my mind only wants
To hold on the the pain.
Old age as it comes,
With it's pains and restraints,
Need not keep us
In sorrow or dispair.
With our eyes upon Christ,
He leads the way,
Giving joy unspeakable,
Each and every day.
Looking back at all
My accomplishments,
It would seem I have
Surely failed.
Yet Christ in his wisdom,
Having a plan for me,
Is shaping and molding
And conforming me
Into His Image
For all eternity.
Taking life as it comes,
Whether joyous or sad;
Letting God use it
As he has planned;
Works for my good
And for my gain.
Knowing this,
My greatest achievement,
Is living old age
In sweet contentment.

By: Sheila Weaver
AKA: PEACEFULLY