New
Fears
Fears
of a young man...growing old.
Take
my life, and let it be consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Slowly
forgetting…the old, old stories.
Take
my moments and my days; let them flow in ceaseless praise.
My
memories gone…are you still my friend?
Take
my hands, and let them move at the impulse of Thy love.
Wandering
inside dementia…know that I stand on His promises.
Take
my feet, and let them be swift and beautiful for Thee.
New
fears…old promises…eternal God.
The
Lord will fight for you…you need only to be still.
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