When?

When will life end for me and for you?
Will it be at seventy-six, or, at sixty-two?
Maybe by strength and blessing fine -
Maybe it will even be eighty-nine.
But, I really don't know -
Have no way to show -
How far, or, how long I will go,
And so, today I'll walk and
Talk as You've shown me, in love.

In love for you, in love for others;
with love for enemies, and for brothers.
Two things you said were bottom line -
To love You and neighbor, as You have mine.
But, I really don't know
How to love like You, so,
Put Your's in me, make it flow
Today as I wak and talk
As You cause me, by grace.

Because whether at the journey's start -
or, in the long, long middle part -
or, when the load is coming heavy
As strength recedes by such years' levy -
When it's hard to see the sky's rainbow -
or, travel where fresh waters flow -
or, even enjoy the bright sun's glow -
with weak knees and bent back
I walk and talk, as pain does wrack...

I'll need Your love and grace to keep on track -
to find my way at last to the place
You've prepared for me...

I'm ready at 58, or, 62, or, 76, or, 89 -
whenever You decide will be just fine:
I'll trust, as I have, You, with all of mine...