Growing Old

God carried you since birth,
And took good care of you;
For He knows your true worth,
More than you can construe.

From the time you were born,
Even as you grow old;
You are here to sojourn,
Till His plan does unfold.

Though as your hair turns gray,
He remains to support;
Even though you do stray,
God would never abort.

He made you and does care,
And willing to rescue;
Saving you from despair,
Because of your value.

God has made me equal,
Unto His only Son;
Knowing I am able,
For getting the job done.

Gold is within my bag,
Silver weighs on the scale;
A wealth that is a drag,
Since death would make it fail.

Cash cannot change your age,
Cannot answer your call;
For as you turn the page,
It cannot stop your fall.

Remember take courage,
Recall rebellious acts;
Let not faults discourage,
Perception of the facts.

God is more than willing,
To pardon for the past;
When you are fulfilling,
A confession to cast.

So when we grow older,
You find God is right there;
Opening a folder,
About your life to share.