My Future-paced Pilgrim Story at 40

Go forth and profit for God.

All ye of old.

Softly lift ye up the younger you.

It is the rising of the sun.

I am ever lonesome for His Son.

It was but a little while ago my hair wasn’t grey.

The longer I live the more I adore Him. The Nourisher of Strength. The maze of my days.

Don’t awake my Love, till He please.

Just think. David's reign over Israel was forty years.

My pilgrimage is forty years. Simply exciting!

It is the setting of my sun.

Let me confess: In the manger of my heart lay the Son.

What a glorious mystery!  It is the dawning of the sun.

Am not of my own. He sought me and bought me. A special breed.

Oh am smitten with Love. The years are but a sweet Love tale.

Cuddle me the more. For I have found Him who my soul loves.

My Beloved is sweeter than all.

Much more precious than hidden gold.

If you ask me. When wished you to have been living?

Easier than ever. “NOW”, is the answer.

Only hot reason for my living is to behold His Son.

What a glorious hour. Blessed consolation of the risen sun.

Little by little I smell the harvest.

With each breath I inhale I feel the more and more connected to the younger me.

As my mind listens very carefully to the voice of my years.

There is only one solution to this. Gods perfect Will.

What is really going on here?

I see this clearly. Getting really excited by the day.

That's exactly why. “You have to be born AGAIN”.

Never the like.