The years go by, but deep inside
my brain says I am still sixteen.
And though the face denies it’s true,
and gray replaces brown in hair,
the age inside can’t be denied.
But as I look back down the road
and see the two that came from me
and seven more who came from them,
I find that I don’t really mind
that I am so much older than
my soul would have me to believe.
Heaven’s door is closer now,
to dwell with Jesus Christ my Lord.
And when my days on earth are done,
my life continues to be lived
in those that I have left behind.
So while my brain says I am young,
and mirror says that I am old,
I’ll smile at inside trickery
and let God fill my life with joy.