The Passing Years

As I face my fears of the passing years

More and more I am brought to tears

I see my elders in sharp decline

And know their fate will soon be mine

Gone are the days of carefree sublime

And all the nonsense of another time

Then I emerge from a cloud of madness

And all my sadness turns to gladness

The role in clover is not yet over

‘Tis not the ending, but the beginning

For the news is good when it’s understood

Of what it means nailed to the wood

For it’s not about me that makes the glee

He paid the fee, He set me free

I have nothing to offer, nothing to say

But thank you, Lord, You saved the day.

Amen.