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Grief Poem - We're aging


November 2, 2018

With faltering steps and shaking hands, we’re thankful for clear mind.

Some of our dear ones headed home, caretakers were so kind.


We’re blessed with friends with cheery smiles as we enjoy our tea.

While there are some whose eyes grow dim, we know our Lord can see.[1]


We all know folks who’d like new ears; we see them strain to hear.

We all remember yesterdays which often bring a tear.


We’re thankful, Lord, though You’re ahead, we know You’re with us still.

We, too, grow old — as did dear ones, though illness gives a chill.


So blessed we are when folks stop in, the...

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