I have often wondered of life in different places:
When I am young, I have strength.
When I am grown, I have discernment.
At a hundred, I have compassion
And at one hundred twenty, I have goodwill.
Different places meet different needs;
But my response will be seen:
The Lord; my melody, my lyric, my song
The Lord; my worship, my all, my God.
And if it be that all be taken from me,
then I’d find a serene before the sky and sea
and I’ll write in every blank that is before me
And I’d give thanks, yet more and more
until he is pleased every whit with my offering.
Lo! here I will be, forever in worship
until he calls, and I’d respond in much glee.