My legs may get wobbly. My back may go, “Pop.”
My ticker might tick … and then decide to stop.
My hair can turn gray or just bid me goodbye,
And wrinkles dance around the edge of my eyes.
But you, dear Lord, you’re my strength all the same.
When I’m out of breath, you still call me by name.
Though my bones get brittle and muscles are sore,
Your love stays forever—and then even more.
When I grow old and I like the weather,
I’ll lean on your Word that lives on forever.
So when I grow weary, or life feels unfair,
I’ll trust the One who is always right there.
Forever means always, not just for a while,
Through wrinkle and wobble and each fading smile.
No end can out-end you. No time is too tough.
You, God, are forever, and that is enough.
