Last Words

          Too tired now, my Father,
          to read Your holy word;
          Too tired to recall those days
          when my spirit soared,
          When my body was still strong
          and my mind was still young;
          When I joined with abandon
          in the songs that were sung.

          Now my footsteps are falt'ring
          as I journey toward home;
          Now my hands start to tremble
          and my mind tends to roam.
          Thank You, Lord, for understanding,
          now that I've grown old,
          for cherishing old folks like me--
          I'm still part of Your fold.

          Thank You, Lord, for holding me
          in Your almighty hand
          to carry me home safely
          to that heavenly land.
          In my mind, I see my Jesus--
          Yes, I think He's calling me.
          Now He's reaching out in welcome--
          Hallelujah, I am free!

~ Connie Faust ~
Copyright © 2008, All Rights Reserved

From the Living Bible, the 23rd Psalm:
"Because the Lord is my Shepherd, I have everything I need! He lets me rest in the meadow grass and leads me beside the quiet streams. He restores my failing health. He helps me do what honors Him the most. Even when walking through the dark valley of death I will not be afraid, for You are close beside me, guarding, guiding all the way. You provide delicious food for me in the presence of my enemies. You have welcomed me as Your guest; blessings overflow! Your goodness and unfailing kindness shall be with me all of my life, and afterwards I will live with you forever in Your home."

[ by: Connie Faust, Copyright © 2008 (beracah1 @ -- submitted by: Connie Faust ]


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