Lord, now that I am growing old
The only treasures I possess
Are the talents that you gave me
Which bring much happiness
You gave me a voice to sing
Your praises every day
Good health and a new knee
To kneel on as I pray
When I grieved, you urged me
To write down all my thoughts
And I have chosen to write about
The wonders you have wrought
And if just one person
Is moved by what I write
And by my humble words
Faith in them ignite
And if on Sunday morning
They hear my voice ring out true
And it touches them
So that their faith they renew
Then Lord, I’m grateful for these treasures
And humbly give them back to you.