Not Growing Old
2 Corinthians 4:16 For which cause we faint not;
though our outward man perish, yet the
inward man is renewed day by
say that I am growing old.
I've heard them tell it times untold,
plain and bold -
But I am not growing old.
frail old shell in which I dwell
Is growing old, I know full well -
I am not the shell.
if my hairs are turning gray?
Gray hairs are honorable, they say.
if my eyesight's growing dim?
I still can see to follow Him
His life for me
Upon the cross of Calvary.
should I care if time's old plow
Has left his furrows on my brow?
house, not made with hands,
Awaits me in the Glory Land.
though I falter in my walk?
What though my tongue refuse to talk?
can tread the Narrow Way,
I still can watch, and praise and pray.
hearing may not be as keen
As in the past it may have been;
Still I can
hear my Saviour say
In whisper soft, "This is the way."
outward man, do what I can
To lengthen out this life's short span,
perish and return to dust,
As everything in nature must.
inward man, the Scriptures say,
Is growing stronger every day.
can I be growing old
When safe within my Saviour's fold?
long my soul shall fly away,
And leave this tenement of clay.
of flesh I'll drop and rise
To seize the "everlasting prize."
I'll meet you on the streets of gold,
And prove that I'm not growing old.