How strange that I so lowly, so full of madness
That I may be used to serve a king?
A Savior who can turn sorrow to gladness
And heal my broken heart and make me sing
He fills the silence with sounds of praise
He waits
And loves me through time's ordained days
How many days have I yet for a time of living?
I know not of time but of this mission of giving
When all grief is put rightly in its remission
Every tear is wiped away
When ninety-one years is seemed to a day
And God's servant in 114 days fulfilled a lifetime mission
Is knowledge that humbles my weakened position
I hold on tightly to the promise of His love
And hope in faith of a reuniting above
Hold on in pain through life's bitter curves thrown
Wait for the promise of a life of seeds sown
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