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( "In the end, it's not the years in your life that count
It's the life in your years."
Abraham Lincoln)



On My Seventy Seventh Birthday

Lord, you have granted me life in my years
And not simply years in my life.
I've been a daughter, a sister, a mother, an aunt,
Grandmother, great grandmother, and wife.

Been a mother-in-law, a daughter-in-law,
And I’ve been a step mother and friend.
Life has taught me the lessons but love’s taught me more
And love will endure to the end.

I’ve lived life to the fullest… I’ve laughed and I’ve cried…
I’ve hurt and been hurt on the way.
I’ve known loyalty, betrayal, sincerity and fraud
So I am very well-seasoned today.

But of every experience…of every encounter
As my seventy seventh year falls…
Lord, I want You to know that You’re still the sweetest…
Life with You was and is best of all.

So on this New Years Eve of two thousand fourteen
As two thousand thirteen shuts the door…
Lord, bless all Your children with a Happy New Year
As I blow out these candles once more.

Doris Jacobs-Covington
December 31, 2013




"So if a person lives many years, let him rejoice in them all."
Ecclesiasates 11:8

"For by me your days will be multiplied, and years
will be added to your life."
Proverbs 9:11

"For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me
together in my mother's womb."
Psalm 139:13




 


 











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