The Old Saint

The Old Saint

The Old Saint sat down by her bedside

The old chair fit her body like a glove

The old Bible in her hand was worn smoothly

The old words on her warm heart still moved

Those old words in the Book became new each morning

The Old Saint's old faith became renewed

The old Bible's old treasures just glistened  

For new life is contained inside them

Each line on the old face told a story

Each line on the old hand told a chore

Each line around old eyes spoke of a vision

Every line spoke that story of old

Old religion, old faith, old mercy

Old peace, old love, old grace

Old Jesus, old cross, old resurrection

For new life everlasting is the goal

The Old Saint's old body will be new soon

Her old faith had seen new mercy every day

Her old faith unshaken, she'll see the new city

That city called by all Jerusalem

The Old Saint had said her old prayer for 40 years now

It comforted her to talk to Him each and everyday

She felt prepared for battle, and emboldened

For her Lord will be coming any day

Heavenly Father:

Keep this old heart faithful to the end, please!

Keep these old eyes trained by faith on my Jesus

The same one Old Satan denied, and then tried.

Oh, Lord, no matter the pain

No matter the change or sacrifice

Keep me faithful, for I want my prize

Just give me any old mansion in the skies.

My heart is content

My body may be bent

But my faith in my Jesus I won't relent.

My spirit feels young

To Jesus I belong

Bless me, save me, e'er long

I love you, Lord, will forever be my song.

AMEN