Old Age

When Jesus appears before His brother Jews,
He reminds Peter and us, too:
That when we’re young and strong,
We can make it along
Wherever we want to go,
But when we’re old, this is not so.

For we stretch out our wrinkled hands,
For others to dress us for the retirement van.
Our end comes quickly and is always before us
Like Peter and the Lord Jesus.
Sure, we’ll not be crucified up or down,
But our time comes stealth, without a sound.

So what do we do to mark our passing?
To set us apart and become everlasting?
We glory in His final words to Peter:
“Follow me,” and be my Apostle-leader.
‘Cause when you follow, my glory closes in
For you all: aging women and men.

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