As I sit,
Looking over the hill,
The air is cool,
The air is still.
Over the hill,
An expression,
Of one growing old,
A very old one,
I am told.
This old body,
One having much pain,
Feels a little better,
In the sunshine,
A little worse in the rain.
When I get up,
Get up to move,
I walk with a little less legs,
And a little more cane.
This old body,
May be falling apart,
But my soul,
My spirit,
Are strong,
And everlasting,
Because I have Jesus,
He lives in my heart!
Balanced!
COMFORT FOR THE WEAK As this old body gets weak And the pain grows great, And I find it hard to pray, As my headaches get worse everyday. I ...
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