Grief Poem - Lead us gently

As we grow old, and our hair turns gray; what's in the future for us of clay?

Gone are the days of vigor and vim, our limbs are weak and our eyes grow dim.

Where's the excitement of yesteryear, where is the future that once was clear?

We sit along, all the live-long day, are we just waiting to pass away?

Lord, we ache with every kind of hurt, empty and lonely and lower than dirt.

Most of our colleagues are dead and gone; why, oh why, Lord, do we linger on?

Ravaged by fire, we're like dead trees, useless and helpless against the breeze.

What's there to hope for in our last days? Are we to sit here and give YOU praise?

If we have the strength to read Your Word, now is the time to search what we've heard.

If we're too weak to read anymore, protect us dear Lord, forever more.

As we grow old and our hair turns gray, lead us gently as we pass this way.

Be with family, our friends and all; protect each one, if we should fall.

Life just keeps on a rolling by but soon we'll fly off in the sky.

I place my hand in Yours, dear Lord, Your prayer, my all in all.

Please hold my hand, dear Lord above, surround me with Your heavenly Love.

Psalm 121:1,2: "I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth."  Heavenly Father, thank You that You have not left any one of us alone in the challenging and disorienting circumstance of life. Please help each of us to rely on You to guide our steps each and every day. We thank You for loving each

one of us.

Oct. 2021 - Prairie Winds