Older – Psalms 92:12-15

The righteous flourish like the palm tree
and grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
They are planted in the house of the LORD;
they flourish in the courts of our God.
They still bear fruit in old age;
they are ever full of sap and green,
to declare that the LORD is upright;
he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.

A Prayer

Holy Father,
The days fly past,
My life slips away.
Youth – gone
Energy – a drink
Motivation – a memory

Godly men have passed,
The light fades.
Night is upon me.
It’s quiet, too still.
My heart is restless.
Where is the fruit, Lord?
Or is that what You ask me?
How do I flourish, Father?
Where is the growth?
You make me righteous,
Do you bear my fruit
Though unseen?
I am stiff, fragile, gray.
Where is the sap?
How am I green?
My roots are in Your house.

You are level and straight.
My soul, not so much.
I am wrong in so many ways.
You are right in every way.
You are my Rock.
I know of and declare no other.
You possess me.
You are my only

The quiet morning speaks of You,
I listen.
Will You make these dry bones live?
I wait.
I am in Your courts, alone.
I stand.

Continue Your mercy to me.
You are the only Hope
For my life.


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