aging and sagging in place of the smiles

Exhaustion and tiredness instead of sweet miles

Our eyes becomes shaded and jaded with time

And genuine hopefulness turns on a dime

But stand where He is and hold out your hand

He sees beauty and grace across my face

Restoring and loving me despite my haste

Because of His wonderfulness I can finish this race..

I love the nothing that makes me long to be that something of us..