Aging Wisdom

When I was a child,
I was sort of wild;
Doing things my way.

But now I have grown,
The things now known;
Where I have gone astray.

Maybe in getting older,
I have gotten bolder;
Of wisdom what to say.

For God with His light,
Soundness of His might;
And telling me as I pray.

For He makes me wise,
Seeing through His eyes;
Purer as my hair turns gray.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer

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