At 62, I’ll need a saviour!
Who’ll bollock me for bad behaviour
And bear upon His steely shoulder
The grief I’ll feel at growing older.
If I procure this Prince of Peace
My fear of death will surely cease!
At 62, I’ll need forgiveness!
That’s certainly a saviour’s business:
To die the death and do the bleeding
And answer people’s prayerful pleading.
For oldies too, I think you’ll find
Are sinners of the human kind!
At 62, I’ll need salvation!
For feet, I’ll need a firm foundation.
A way, a truth, a life worth living,
A Lord, who’s full of free forgiving,
A rock, who doesn’t rock or roll,
Who’s sacrosanct as sacred scroll!
At 62, I’ll need some healing!
For sickness that I’ve been concealing
Within my soul, like child who's sleeping;
I’ll wake it with my wistful weeping,
Then walk it over to the cross
And make a gain from saviour’s loss!
At 62, I’ll take it steady,
For life to come, I won’t be ready
But even so, I’ll be preparing;
Without a saviour, won’t be daring
To step into that great unknown;
Since only losers die alone!
At 62, I’ll need a saviour!
Who’ll bollock me for bad behaviour
And bear upon His steely shoulder
The grief I’ll feel at growing older.
If I procure this Prince of Peace
My fear of death will surely cease!
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 29th, 2018 05:24
- Comment from author about the poem: a birthday poem to myself
- Category: Reflection
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62 aint bad when ya 97... a thoroughly entertaining and likewise enjoyed rant.. sorry.. celebration Happy Birthday...
Thanks Neville, appreciate your feedback and kind comments; I feel young again now! 😊
well there ya go sir.. twas all in the mind..
62 was a few years ago for me and I am still here enjoying life with the knowledge that My Spirit will never fail me.
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