She’s older now The red cheeked blushing maiden
She’s older now The red cheeked blushing maiden Has slighter grown and frailer is her frame She does no bounce Her step is slow She hardly knows her name
Those jet black locks are Snow white now Her face with wrinkles strewn It seems the cares of many years the lines have finely hewn
But-as she hobbles ‘Heavenward’ with slow but steady pace The glow of glory beams on her She sees her Savior’s face.
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