Childish memories drift through the valleys and crevices of my brain.
Stored treasures from my youth come forth with such a loud refrain.
I sometimes think no mountain is too tall and then I stumble and I fall.
The bumps along the road will not deter me. I will not cave to age and feeble fears.
I may not have the strength or hope to save me, But I have someone drying all my tears.
Though life may quickly run its fitful race,  The Lord is right there in my place.
He lifts me up when I grow weary – carries me when I grow weak.
He clears the way though dark and dreary – even when it seems too bleak.
Life can last until 100 but our minds revert to things long passed.
Childish thoughts and empty wishes, stay with us until our…

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Published by Vincent S Artale Jr

Biblical studies, Health and Nutrition, Biology, Fitness, Hiking, Reading. Re-blogging doesn't equal agreement.

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