I know you were once young and you felt good.
You would do youthful things now, if you could.
You've been here a long time, seventy-four years.
You've seen a lot of things and cried some tears.
I wish you could run, and jump, and play.
We both know you will some day.
You'll turn flips, skip, and climb trees.
All these things you'll do with ease.
You'll have left over energy to burn.
The beauty of your youth will return.
Your tired, worn out mind will be revived.
You'll accomplish things with great stride.
Hold on mama, these things are true.
Our Father in Heaven, has promised you.