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Thursday, November 11, 2021

I Do Not Want To Grow Too Old...


blink-blink and another day is in the books!

My youngest sister hosted our annual Mom's Birthday Tea this morning!
(Photo used with her permission😀)

So, from this...

 to this one below
in a matter of a couple hours


The highlight; tasting everyone's contribution!



Every day we all have one thing in common; getting older!
I pray I may never get too old to lose the wonder of it all!

I do not want to grow too old to thrill when morning’s rose unfolds...

(or dusk's purple and gold)


I do not want to grow too old to thrill when morning’s rose unfolds
To miss the grace-kissed joy unfurled in a four-season wonder-world
And find no kind delight that sings from life’s most sweet and simple things
Or lose the spark that lights the fire that keens the flame of love’s desire
Or in seasoned consistencies walk blind to fresh discoveries
Where life’s Orchestrator instills and fills each day with miracles

I do not want to grow too old to cherish what no one can hold
But learn to love as if today was the last mile on life’s highway
And treat time’s tip-o’-hat and nod for what it is; a gift from God
That grants no guarantee but one; eternity when life is done
Thus, in this very sacred flit I want to make the most of it
To stand beneath the poetry of God and glimpse His majesty 

I do not want to grow too old to lose the sense of moment-gold
I do not want the circumstance to drown the music in the dance
But, pray each day life’s happiness begins and ends with thankfulness
Where fellowmen are fellow friends weathering whatever life sends
For we are altogether bound for that immortal common ground
And no one knows how near or far to that last steppingstone we are

I do not want to grow too old to marvel at Mercy's 'behold'
Behold the day the Lord has made, behold the debt that he has paid
Behold His everlasting love, His Word's abundant treasure trove
Behold the promises we claim if we have trusted in His name
Behold the beauty He bestows to crown life's thorns with hope's red rose
I do not want to grow too old to grow wonder one-hundred-fold

© Janet Martin

A copy of this Psalm was in one of mom's birthday cards...

I do not want the circumstance to drown the music in the dance...💖


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