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..