Friday, January 18, 2008

Keep Me Sweet
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Lord, keep me sweet when I grow old
And things in life seem hard to bear,
When I feel sad and all alone
And people do not seem to care.
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Oh, keep me sweet when time has caused
This body, which is not so strong,
To droop beneath its load of years
And suffering and pain have come.
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And keep me sweet when I have grown
To worry so at din and noise,
And help me smile the while I watch
The noisy play of girls and boys.
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Help me remember how that I,
When I was younger than today
And full of life and health and joy,
Would romp and shout in happy play.
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Help me to train my heart each day,
That it will only sweetness hold;
And as the days and years roll on,
May I keep sweet as I grow old.
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Oh, keep me sweet and let me look
Beyond the frets that life must hold,
To see the glad eternal joys;
Yes, keep me sweet in growing old.
~
Mrs. Charles F. Cowman

2 comments:

Lisa said...

Beautiful post Chryll. I have always strived to be sweet to everyone even thoughs who are not nice. Kill them with kindness.Stay warm and enjoy your weekend.Hugs Lisa

Des said...

I really like that poem you wrote, funny thing is that I have been thinking about this very thing. A woman who lived at the Lodge where I volunteer, passed away suddenly. I was sad, because she was soooo sweet, and always passing out hugs as she thought needed. She couldn't remember what happened 5 minutes ago, but her character still came shining through. Looking at your blog about how cold it is outside, right now I am waiting for the truck to warm up for church, just checked, it is minus 1 degree F. Poor truck.