The world is so fast
It is getting beyond me,
Where have all the years gone
Turn me around Lord
So I may not miss the
Opportunities that arise
It is Spring let it
Not feel like Autumn.

Let not the mountains be too steep
For the rivers flow that same
As when I was young
With trees roots quenching
Their thirst.
The world is changing
Let me embrace the good and
Not get lost and be out of touch..

Turn me around Lord
So I may use knowledge
Into giving
Help me to listen and watch
Each minute and hour
For the streams of life
May before me
Let my roots stand firm
In You O God.

Joyce Gale ©2008
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