The years go by As one by one They slip behind And we do not mind We do not desire To see them once again.
We do get older With things that ache And our bones do creak Then our breath gets slow O for our youth To see it once again.
But with old age The end, need not be For given to us all Is hope for the soul From Him who holds The world in His hands.
Page created 20 October 2017, 4:45 pm AEDT.
