Grey Hair is a Crown of Splendor

Perhaps we become more becoming with age
Bearing souvenirs from each and every life stage
Crinkly eyes from laughing large
And gazing into hurting hearts

Gray hairs from worrying about one another
Arms growing weak from carrying a brother
A wrinkled forehead from our darkest days
Shaky hands that steady when we fold them to pray

Bones and joints fatigued from running the race
A tired heart investing deeply, radiating grace
Frail feet waiting to run home to Christ
But the soul is strong from fighting the good fight

Proverbs 16:31, Proverbs 20:29, Galatians 6:2, 2 Timothy 4:7


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