The hardest part of getting old
Is watching everyone else move on
And leave me and all the highways
I travel be myself seem longer .
What keeps me going is Christ .
I get to talk to him .
I have work to do .
On my good days
I get to talk to the people here
About Jesus .
Oh the bad days
I can pray .
The time we are here on earth
Matters to God .
Every breath I take is an opportunity
To serve and glorify God .
A christen like me can hold on
To the promise of permanent joy
In the company of God .
In my live God fills all my moments
With significance .
I learn all this over time
Because I am getting older these days .
I Love You All
By Brock
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