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Soft Petals Of Poetry By Ruthie
Does God Forget Us When We Grow Old
Does God forget us when we grow old
Is there more to the story, is there more to be told
When wrinkles, and furrows line our face
He gently wraps us up, in His Amazing Grace
When days grow shorter, and the hair gives way to the gray
The closer to us, our Savior will stay
When we become lonely, and our lives ebb away
He will never leave us, our friend forever He will stay
When we grow old and our memory declines
In His presence new joys we will find
I worry I will forget him as my memory wanes
He will not forget me as He never will change
When I set in my rocking chair in the afternoon sun
I feel his prescence my Jesus, my one and only one
When you think your life is over it has only begun
So I won’t worry about the wrinkles on my brow
They are signs I have lived and made it somehow
I can almost see heaven the city afar
No matter how old you become His child forever you are
Soft Petals of Poetry By Ruthie, 2003©®
~The Cool Autumn Breezes~
I love the feel of the soft autumn breezes as they gentley caress my hair
I love the gentle peace I can feel in Gods cool holy air
I love the crisp mornings when I meet you in our secret place
I love the sweet communion of your mercy, and your grace
It is now the Autumn of my life, as we walk down the path of time
Where I can set in utter seclusion, and consolation of mercy, and grace you have placed on this life of mine
When I leave this earth my children on a peaceful Winter morn
Please do not weep for me nor let your hearts be forlorn
Never again to have pain nor sorrow from these He will release
When God sends His angels to bear my soul away
Now I’m here with you my loves, and I just want to say
When each of you were born you brought me so much joy,
in my heart is where you will stay
It Will be your Mom’s joyful dancing day
I will be carried by his angels on wings of peace, and ease
These latter years of mine; have been such a joy to me
These days have been so precious, joyous, and free
I have grown the closer to Jesus my dear and holy friend
JESUS has blessed me with his love, grace and mercy without end
I have borne the fruit of peace, and joy, and loving consolation
I have seen the Holy Spirit blowing over his holy Nation
I danced away to music not heard by the natural ear
These my latter years are free from toils and fear
I have never loved any like these
my heavenly Father, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit
as they kiss my hair in the gentle Autumn breeze
I praise you Jesus sweet lover of my soul
For all the blessings you send to me,
that from your throne of mercy flow
As we walk these Autumn paths of joy, and love without end
Please remember me when I reach winters end
Meet by the mountain where the river of life flows
Meet me in the garden where the healing flower grows
There you will be standing ready to receive my soul
There I will know such peace as I’m released from earthly pain and toil
Soft Petals Of Poetry By Ruthie, Saturday, August 18, 2001
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