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🌿 When I Was Young, Till Now I'm Old
When I was young, the world was wide,
A field of dreams on every side;
I chased the winds with lifted eyes,
And prayed my prayers beneath the skies.
I asked with wonder, bold and free—
Believing God remembered me.
When I grew strong, and life grew fast,
The days flew by, the years rushed past;
I learned that joy and sorrow blend,
That mountains rise, and storms descend.
Yet through it all, His mercy stayed—
I asked, and found Him when I prayed.
When burdens pressed and shadows fell,
When hopes were fragile, hard to tell;
When tears were prayers I could not speak,
And faith felt feeble, small, and weak—
He held me close, His love untold…
The same dear God of young and old.
Now seasons change, and wisdom grows,
And time moves gently as it flows;
I look behind, I look above,
I see the working of His love.
From youthful dawn to silvered years,
He’s heard my prayers, He’s calmed my fears.
For every age, His promise stands—
He guides our steps with tender hands;
He answers hearts that seek His face,
And fills the years with quiet grace.
I asked Him then… I ask Him still—
And stand in awe of His good will.
And when that final twilight fades,
He
heard my final prayers prayed
When
earthly shadows slip away,
My
heart looks up to endless day
With
joy my soul shall fly away—
A
glory‑bound, triumphant day.
With
hand outstretched—O joyful soul—
To
hold His hand, no longer old;
Transformed,
renewed, forever whole,
From
old to young… on streets of gold.
To
hold His hand, no longer old;
Transformed,
renewed, forever whole,
Susan
Barker Nikitenko 2026©
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