fI ound my first gray hair one day,
Smiled and said, “The years don’t scare me away,”
Jehovah sees the heart, not the silver in my head,
He calls me like a tree still growing strong instead.
I can’t move as fast as I used to run,
But walking with my cane still gets things done,
His promise holds me steady when my strength feels small,
He says my later days can be the best of all.
My best days are ahead of me,
Not lost in years behind.
Jehovah’s hand will always be
The strength that guards my mind.
Some mornings all the aches are hard to bear,
Buttons on my shirt and socks are tough to wear,
But prayer can turn my weary thoughts from dark to bright,
And joy returns like sunrise chasing off the night.
I miss the days I’d drive from town to town,
Calling door to door, I’d never slow down,
Now letters, calls, and carts can still preach what is true,
New ways to share the hope I always clung to.
My best days are ahead of me,
Not lost in years behind.
Jehovah’s hand will always be
The strength that guards my mind.
Sometimes I fear the end might come too late,
Wonder if I’ll live to see this system’s fate,
But patience gives more hearts a chance to learn his name,
Maybe ones I love will call on him the same.
I’ve said some words I wish I could take back,
Pain and sleepless nights can put me off the track,
A humble “I am sorry” heals the hurt I’ve made,
And draws my friends in closer, not afraid.
My best days are ahead of me,
Not lost in years behind.
Jehovah’s hand will always be
The strength that guards my mind.
It used to sting to ask someone for aid,
Felt like I was just a burden they had made,
But letting others help brings both our spirits high,
There’s blessing in the hands that hear a weary sigh.
A simple “thank you” written on a note,
Warms a tired heart far deeper than I wrote,
Gratitude can turn a long and heavy day,
Into a gentle song that chases clouds away.
My best days are ahead of me,
Not lost in years behind.
Jehovah’s hand will always be
The strength that guards my mind.
Young ones come and listen to the past,
Stories of the truth and how it holds you fast,
Sharing what Jehovah’s done through all these years,
Fills their eyes with hope and wipes away their fears.
So when the evening shadows softly fall,
I know my God still hears my every call,
Old age and pain are just a road that soon will bend,
My best days wait where every tear will end.
My best days are ahead of me,
Not lost in years behind.
Jehovah’s hand will always be
The strength that guards my mind.
Gray hairs are just a crown of light,
Each one a story told.
He walks beside me through the night,
And makes my spirit bold.
My best days are ahead of me,
Not lost in years behind.
Jehovah’s hand will always be
The strength that guards my mind.
My best days are ahead of me,
Not lost in years behind.
Jehovah’s hand will always be
The strength that guards my mind.
The strength that guards my mind.
JazzyNoise94
