I’m Not Growing Old
They say that I am growing old
Ive heard them say it times untold
In language plain and bold
But Im not growing old
This frail old shell in which I dwell
Is growing old I know full well
But Im not growing old.
What if my hair has turned gray
Gray hair is honorable, they say
What if my eye sights growing dim
I can still see to follow Him
Who sacrificed His life for me
There on the cross of Calvary
Why should I care if times old plow
Has dug some furrows in my brow.
Another house not made with hand
Awaits me in the glory land.
My hearing may not be as keen
As in the past, it may have been
Still I can hear my Savior say
Come faltering child, this is the way.
The outward man, do what I can
To lengthen out this lifes short span
Shall perish and return to dust
As everything in nature must.
But the inward man the Scriptures say
Ah, the inward man
Is growing stronger every day.
Then how can I be growing old'
Im safe within the Saviours fold
Er long my soul shall fly away
And leave this tenement of clay
This robe of flesh Ill drop and rise
To seize the everlasting prize
Ill meet you on the streets of gold
And prove that Im not growing old.
- John E. Roberts