I slow my steps to match your pace
Treasure the beauty in your face
And listen for your every word
That years of living well have cured
I speak more loudly now and clearly
Checking if you can really hear me
If all I see are nods and grins
Know I must say it once again
But-
I remember yesterday
A little game we used to play
Soon after I learned how to run
I thought that it would be great fun
To lead the chase- the race was on
‘Till catching me, we’d both fall down
And someday soon on streets of gold
We’ll find ourselves no longer old
I’ll whisper that the chase is on
Then we’ll run laughing through the throng
Of angel wings and saintly crowd
To softly fall on billowed cloud
For now, I treasure your embrace
I slow my steps to match
your pace
“And even to your old age I am He; and even to hoar hairs will I carry you: I have made, and I will bear; even I will carry, and will deliver you.” Isaiah 46:4 ( KJV )