Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
the last of life,
for which the first was made.
I go to prove my soul,
I see my way as birds their trackless way,
I shall arrive. –What time, what circuit first,
I ask not: but unless God send His hail
Of blinding fireballs, sleet, or stifling snow,
In some time, His Good time,I shall arrive;
He guides me and the bird. In His good time.
To the Lord your God belong the heavens, even the highest heavens, the earth and everything in it. ~Deuteronomy 10:14 ✝
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