Not Giving Up ~

I am not letting,
old age take a hold
for Jesus I’ll continue
to be brave and bold.

Though my hair is thin,
and my bones now creak
but, that doesn’t mean
my faith is now weak.

I am not giving up,
nor will I give in . . .
I’ll not let the aches
over my body win.

My hearing is dull,
my sight is now dim
but, my focus on Jesus
will always be zeroed in.

I am not losing heart,
though by looking at me
wrinkles, bags and sags . . .
are all you might see!

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2 Corinthians 4:16

For which cause we faint not;
but though our outward man
perish, yet the inward man is
renewed day by day.

Psalm 71:18

Now also when I am old
and grey headed, O God,
forsake me not; until I have
shewed thy strength unto
this generation, and thy
power to every one that
is to come.

King James Version
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Copyright 2023
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~

Old-Timers ~

I don’t want to text you,
I want us to socialize
I want to look into . . .
your big beautiful eyes.

I want to actually see you,
not just the words on a page
I want us to get together
so in faith we can engage.

I don’t want to message you,
I want to give you a big kiss
I want to see you in person
for your expressions I do miss.

I want to give you a big hug,
not that of an emoji pasted
I want to be with you and Jesus
so we can be re-acquainted.

I don’t what to tweet you,
text or message you . . .
I want to see you face-to-face
like us old-timers use to do!

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Matthew 18:20

For where two or three
are gathered together
in my name, there am
I in the midst of them.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2021
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~

Life Over The Hill ~

Life once over the hill,
is not an unproblematic one
for the older you get . . .
the more into things you run.

Your eyesight begins to fade,
your hearing not so good
plus you forget the things
you once knew you could.

There are many obstacle,
you need to get around
and it is harder than ever
to rise up and rebound.

But, there is one thing,
that isn’t too doddering
for the older you get . . .
you can do more pondering.

For, with age comes wisdom,
like you never had before
plus all the time you need
for your Bible to explore.

Life once over the hill,
isn’t easy physically . . .
but oh, what a boost it brings
to you spiritually!

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Job 12:12

With the ancient is wisdom;
and in length of days
understanding.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2021
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~

Just As Is ~

A little bit worn,
frayed and ripped
a little bit old
tattered and nicked.

A little bit used,
aged and weathered
a little bit sagged
faded and withered.

A little bit marked,
scuffed and grazed
a little bit confused
puzzled and dazed.

A little bit broken,
cracked and chipped
a little bit sheared
pruned and clipped.

But, Jesus loves me
as I age ~ as is . . .
and I’m so thankful
He still calls me His!

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Isaiah 46:4

“And even to your old age I am he;
and even to hoar hairs will I carry you:
I have made, and I will bear;
even I will carry, and will deliver you.”

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2012 Revised 2019
Deborah Ann Belka

Older To Bolder ~

Help me Lord,
I’m getting too old
coming apart
at each seam and fold.

My knees buckle,
wherever I walk
my forehead creases
whenever I talk.

Help me Lord,
my mind is going
my thoughts get lost
my age is showing.

My get up and go,
got up and went
my ears and eyes
are all but spent.

Help me Lord,
though I’m getting older
to be for You . . .
stronger and bolder!

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2 Corinthians 4:16

“For which cause
we faint not;
but though our
outward man perish,
yet the inward man is
renewed day by day.”

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2019
Deborah Ann Belka

Snippet of The Day ~11.20.18~

From the Poem:   Draw Us Nearer Lord

Snippet of The Day ~11.13.18~

From the Poem:   The Fullness of God 

You’re Never Too Old ~

You’re never too old,
for God to use you
any year of your life
be ready to do.

By faith be willing,
to participate
in the tasks God has
for you to undertake

You’re not over the hill,
until God says so
any day He may say
here is where to go.

Just trust and obey,
where you He sends
and your inheritance
will draw dividends.

You’re not too old,
nor over the hill
to go and do . . .
your Father’s will!

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Hebrews 11:8

“By faith Abraham,
when he was called to go
out into a place which he
should after receive for
an inheritance, obeyed;
and he went out, not knowing
whither he went.”

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2018
Deborah Ann Belka

In My Golden Years ~

In my golden years,
my faith is mightier
my hope grows steadier
my trust gets sturdier.

The body gets weaker,
the mind is foggier
the memory grows poorer
the recollection’s fewer.

My beliefs root deeper,
my strength gets stronger
my doubts move further
my fears get lesser.

The eyes get dimmer,
the knees are creakier
the spine gets stiffer
the muscles softer.

God gets bigger,
the world gets smaller
the Lord grows nearer
my worries calmer.

In my golden years,
I am more aware . . .
God’s still concerned
about my welfare!

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Psalm 71:9

“Cast me not off
in the time of old age;
forsake me not when
my strength faileth.”

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2017
Deborah Ann Belka

Retired People ~

Some people when retired,
are just plain bored
but I find myself . . .
getting closer to the Lord.

Some people with their time,
don’t know what to do
but each year I read . . .
my Bible through and through.

Some people sit all day,
in front of the television
but I just close my eyes . . .
so heaven I can envision.

Some people never leave,
the comfort of their home
but I’m always looking . . .
for lost sheep on the roam.

Some people when retired,
see no real meaningfulness
but my life just gets fuller . . .
with God’s purposefulness!

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Ecclesiastes 3:1

“To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose
under the heaven:”

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2016
Deborah Ann Belka

The Older I Get ~

The older I get,
I find myself being
much more agreeable
and less disagreeing.

As the years add up,
I’m much more thankful
the words from my lips
are a lot more fruitful.

The grayer my hair is,
I find myself more wiser
the thinner its gotten
I’m more like an adviser.

As the clock ticks down,
I am a lot less whiny . . .
as my last days approach
I am more Son shiny.

The older I’m getting,
the more I can see . .
the work Jesus has
remaining for me!

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Titus 2:3

“The aged women likewise,
that they be in behaviour
as becometh holiness, not
false accusers, not given
to much wine, teachers
of good things;”

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2016
Deborah Ann Belka

Ouch ~

When you are hurting,
and your body aches . . .
when your every nerve
gives you the shakes.

When your knees are sore,
and your legs give out
whenever you try to rise
and all you can do is shout.

When your neck is stiff,
and your back won’t bend
when pains shooting message
to your brain begins to send.

When your every move,
causes you to go “ouch”
when you can’t get up
from your chair or couch.

When your hips stop moving,
and your ankles buckle in
before you fall over . . .
pray for His strength within!

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 Isaiah 46:4

” And even to your old age I am he;
and even to hoar hairs will I carry you:
I have made, and I will bear;
even I will carry, and will deliver you.”

King James Version
by Public Domain

Copyright 2015
Deborah Ann Belka

My High Rock ~

I haven’t the muscle,
I don’t have the power
for I am too weak . . .
I am but a coward.

I am feeble and frail,
I have not the grit
I know on my own
I cannot make it.

I am old and tired,
my blood is anemic
I’m puny and scrawny
I am truly pathetic.

I limp all around,
my legs I just drag
I swoon and faint
like an old dish rag.

So, onto Jesus I will cling,
for, He is my High Rock . . .
I count on His strength
all around the clock!

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Psalm 61:2

“From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee,
when my heart is overwhelmed:
lead me to the rock that is higher than I.”

King James Version
by Public Domain

Copyright 2014
Deborah Ann Belka

Growing Old ~

When your pain is unrelenting,
and no pill will make it ease
when your bones start to creak
and moving is no longer a breeze.

When you lift up your arms,
and a twinge runs down your spine
when your hips throb at night
and all you do is wince and whine.

When your knees cannot bend,
and your feet are too sore to hold you up
when your fingers are too stiff to move
and someone has to lift your coffee cup.

When sleep and rest does not come,
and you wake up in a deep thick fog
when the only fun you seem to have
is writing something witty on your blog.

When your body starts to go downhill,
and your sanity follows it along
that’s when you know you’re getting old,
and let’s face it ~

in my book, that’s just plain wrong!

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Isaiah 46:4
King James Version

“And even to your old age I am he;
and even to hoar hairs will I carry you:
I have made, and I will bear;
even I will carry, and will deliver you.”

Copyright 2014
Deborah Ann Belka

Children Who Go Errant!

When did I become the child,
and my children the parent?
What has happened to me . . .
this phenomenon ~ I should inherit?

I am not old and senile,
I still have all my useful functions
but they act as if . . .
I left my caboose at the junction.

I can still form my words,
believe I know their meaning
but it seems that my every sentence
they are constantly screening.

I still remember my phone number,
can recall my home address
but to them you would think . . .
I’ve forgotten ~ how myself to dress!

I can brush and comb my hair,
even wash my face and hands
but they act as if . . .
I should be put out to the pasture lands.

How did I get so dim-witted,
as they became way too smart
who put this silly notion . . .
into their own aging heart?

When did I become the child,
and my children the parent?
Isn’t this what the Bible calls . . .
children who go errant?

🙄

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Proverbs 16:31
King James Version

“The hoary head is a crown of glory,
if it be found in the way of righteousness.”

Copyright 2014
Deborah Ann Belka

I’m Getting Old ~

My mind is still young,
my body’s getting old . . .
God keeps refining me
from silver into gold.

My strength is weak,
my hips they ache
God’s still trying in me
His image to make.

My hair is thinning,
my knees bump and knock
God continues to work
on me against the clock.

My fingers are swollen,
my toes are bent
God always reminds me
why His Son was sent.

My spine is crooked,
my ankles are swollen
God is letting me know
soon . . . I’ll be golden!

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Zechariah 13:9
King James Version

“And I will bring the third part through
the fire, and will refine them as silver
is refined, and will try them as gold is
tried: they shall call on my name, and I
will hear them: I will say, It is my
people: and they shall say, The Lord is my God.”

Copyright 2013
Deborah Ann Belka

Oh, These Twilight Years . . .

Twilight, twilight years,
oh, Dear Lord you know my fears
please forgive vanities tears
in these twilight years. . .

Brunette hair turning gray,
getting thinner every day
even with all the goop and spray
it goes its own crazy, wild way.

In these twilight years . . .

Arms that once were firm and thin,
now have flabby, wiggle skin
a face once with a velvety grin
now has a hairy upper lip and chin.

In these twilight years. . .

Eyesight going faint and dim,
cataracts make things look too grim
can no longer see the baskets rim
when I go to the old folk’s gym.

In these twilight years . . .

Oh Lord, please give me the grace,
to accept the changes I must face
time is now on its final race
I don’t know how to beat its pace.

In these twilight years. . .

Hearing is no longer at its peak,
everything sounds a little weak
I shout and yell when I speak
sounding like a shrieking geek.

In these twilight years . . .

Forgetting my children’s name,
they make fun of me like it’s a game
but the truth is I feel so lame
they don’t even look the same.

In these twilight years . . .

Where’s it, where’s it, where is it,
I can’t remember where I put it
hunting till I lose both my mind and wit
I search till dawn before I finally quit.

In these twilight years . . .

There’s plenty more to my tale,
but, I choose not to tell
except, I also lost my sense of smell
and my feet and ankles sometimes swell

but, then I don’t want to dwell

On these twilight years. . .

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🙂