"I shall grow old perhaps, but not today, not while my hopes are
young, my spirit strong, my vision clear, because life has a way
of smoothing out the wrinkles with a song.
I shall grow old, perhaps, but not today, not while my dreams
remain a shining shield, my faith a lance, and 'neath a sky of
grey, my colours wave upon the battlefield.
I shall grow old, perhaps, but not today, not while this pen can
write upon a page, and memories turn Winter into May, shall this
stout heart be brought to terms by age?
I shall grow old, perhaps, but not today, and scorning Time who
would enlist my tears, I stand convinced there is a better way,
of occupying all the coming years.
I shall grow old, perhaps, but not today, in my own style and in
my own sweet time, no night so dark there does not fall a ray of
light along the pathway that I climb.
Just say of me, when my last hour slips like one bright leaf to
softly rest among the others..."Life was Summer to the heart, ofone who died believing she was young."- Grace E. Easley.
1 Corinthians 12:31 - So you should earnestly desire the most helpful gifts. But now let me show you a way of life that is best of all.
Living in Grace