Everywhere I look I see them by two’s,
Living life, doing what they need to do.
But, Lord, there is no one here, no not one
With a body, kindred soul with flesh on.
So I look to Your loving, gracious Arms.
Hold me as I never have been before.
I have no hope of earthly love from man;
My youthful looks have long since fled away.
I am old and wrinkled, my hair is gray.
But you don’t reckon shells but only hearts.
So hold me in Your strong and mighty arms;
I’ll find the love there that I never knew.
You are generous and kind to me, Lord,
Though I am not worthy, still You love me.
Copyright June 2003 Sharon Warden [email protected]