They say getting old is not for wimps. But a wimp I am.
I can see why this could be true. I can no longer perform the physical feats I once could do.
But I think life is better when you get old. Because I don’t care…I don’t care what
anyone thinks about me.
It no longer matters that I never amounted to much. Now the stress that accompanied that
egotistical idea is gone.
It took me a lifetime to figure out that God loves
me…Yes…God loves me…and Jesus proved it.
Now my main concern is not disappointing God…this is a far
less stressful situation than trying to please the world.
Dear Lord Jesus
Although a wimp I may be
Now I place my trust in Thee
I never did amount to much
But now I long for your loving touch.
This world is such a scary place
I much prefer your smiling face.
I am getting old but do not care
I am looking forward to being there.
I pray this prayer in your sight
Give me courage for the fight.
Help this wimp run the race
Please fill my heart with your grace.
Amen
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