by Reba Gibson
Dear Father, help me grow old with grace,
Not over-concerned with form or face.
But as furrows deepen this brow of mine,
To a greater faith may my heart be inclined.
May my understanding of others grow;
My caring increase as my steps grow slow.
May love bloom forth as my skin tones fade,
May I put behind me mistakes I have made.
From the past recall only memories sweet,
All bitterness trampled beneath my feet.
May no day pass without kindly deed,
Done for strangers or friend in need.
May patience with self and others too,
Increase in abundance as my days grow few.
Help me prepare for Thy wonderful place,
Dear Father, help me grow old with grace.