Come Grow Old With Me

Come grow old with me the best is yet to be.

When you look at me what is it that you see?

The greying of my hair?  The bend in my back or the shape that has lost it's balance and buldges here it used to be there.

Your words sound so strong but when they get to me my ears catch only a word as the rest seem to flee.  These old eyes that once were so sharp now see something in the road even when it is not dark.  Is it a dog, a squirrel or a tree?  No it is only a garbage can or mail box three to fool me.

I can't run with you and hold you on your bike where you want so bad to take flight and I can't climb high hills for all that you could see.  You see while your looking back and watching me I know just what I think you might see.

But wait let me tell you who and what are inside of me.  A young girl full of life and words that want to be set free.  Words of wisdom not of my own but given to me through many years now gone.  They live and teach and correct me all the time because you see someone lives in me that is divine.  He's true, He's strong as powerful as can be and it is Him I want you to see when you look at me.

I want to share with you the gift of life that keeps me young inside and wants to send out His light, so when you see these eyes grown dim look for the shine when I smile and feel the strength within.

I've been young and now I'm old but if you will listen there is a story to be told.  Over two thouseand years ago one was born in a manger who grew and lived just like you and me, but He was different both God and man was He.  He grew and began His ministry at the age 33 and for 3 years He taught about His Father, life and eternity.  He is the Way, the Truth and the Life and he wants to abide in us today.  He had to die on a cross that man could be set free.

He paid it all just for me.  All we do is believe, repent, ask and it's done, but the race has only just begun.  We must take up our cross and folow Him and then, the journey begins.  We love, obey and keep His commands, we totally willingly place our lives in His hands.  The more we learn in His precious word the more we die to self and learn lessons unheard.  And when we grow old and our end is near, we walk together and there is no fear.  We have learned to trust and know He is always near.  Now we are just one step nearer home and one day He will reach out His hand and take mine and I'll step out of this body and leave it behind.  Until that day when he comes to earth again and on His way ressurects those bodys decayed to be once again with the spirit He gave to be totally whole, raised from the grave, and He will take us away to forever be with Him, Oh! what a day that will be.

I came across this in my journal.  I know I had these feelings but to be honest I am not certain that I wrote all of it.  I know I wrote a story that some day I hoped my grandchildren would see but I am not certain I wrote the last two paragraphs or copied it.  For me it would be very unusual that I would not have written copied and where I got it from.  So this is either something that was actually divinely inspired and given to me or written by someone else that He inspired.  Either way it is exactly how I feel inside and I wanted to share.