The Passing Years

Life passes by so fast, Lord,
I know I’m sure to miss
A vital part unless you keep
Reminding me of this.
There’s so much that I want to do,
A lot I’ve left undone,
So many plans discarded,
And a few I’ve not begun.
Life passes by so fast, Lord,
How often I’ve been told,
It always does around the time
That we are growing old.
For everything a season
Is wise as well as just,
But I had rather wear me out,
Than fall apart with rust.

Life passes by so fast, Lord,
The days, the months, the years,
Lord keep a smile upon my lips,
And blot away the tears.
Teach me to lean upon Your arm,
When pain and sickness strike,
To tell the facts from fancies,
That sometimes look alike.

Life passes by so fast, Lord,
And yet how kind You are,
In granting me the precious years,
That I have had so far.
So let the days grow shorter,
The darkest shadows part,
But put the wrinkles on my face,
…And never on my heart
By Grace E. Easley