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I am Getting Old
by Deborah Ann Belka My mind is young, my body is old . . . God keeps refining me from silver to gold. My strength is weak, my hips are fake God is still trying in me His image to make. My hair is thinning, my knees knock God continues to work against the clock. My fingers are crooked, my toes are bent God always reminds me why His Son was sent. My bladder is failing, my kidneys need a machine God is still working in me until we convene. My spine is crooked, my ankles are swollen God is letting me know soon . . . I'll be golden! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Zechariah 13:9 King James Version "And I will bring the third part through the fire, and will refine them as silver is refined, and will try them as gold is tried: they shall call on my name, and I will hear them: I will say, It is my people: and they shall say, The Lord is my God." Copyright 2019 Deborah Ann Belka [email protected] www.hiswingsshadow.com http://poetrybydeborahann.wordpress.com/ TO GOD BE THE GLORY! Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |