Bearing the Hearts of His Warriors

11/16/2011

 In time bones grow old.

In time bodies are worn.

Constant pain replaces strength.

When aged hearts hang low,
Our Savior, from His heaven,

Comes to gather close His Warriors—

The Gray-Haired Champions.

He holds the heavy hearts,

Once young and strong.

He holds them close

And cries.

“You’ve given all I asked, and more.

You’ve lived your life for me.”

“We are close, you and I.

We’ll bear this together as we always have.”