When My Time Comes

                        When My Time Comes

When the time comes for my steps to slow,

   When my balance is no longer straight on go;

I ask you to bear with me as I walk along,

   Hold my arm, guide me straight, keep me strong.

Take the time to walk by my side,

   Leave me not alone without a guide;

Your touch gives me strength to make my way,

   Your caring and loving voice blesses my day.

I realize that I am a hinderance to you,

   You see, I’ve been there for others too;

But the time I took with others to show them I care

   Has given me blessings beyond compare.

Please take the time to call me each day,

   To ask how I’m doing, and hear what I say;

Listen carefully, precious one, to my aches and pain,

   Comfort me with understanding words that do not wane.

The years are fleeting, the months are far gone,

   The weeks are flying, the days are no longer long;

Hours are passing quickly each day,

   My minutes on earth are passing away.

Help me to make these final years as joyful as can be,

   Forget me not, precious one, you are right behind you see;

The kindness you show to others along life’s way,

   Will return to you two-fold in many different ways.

God sees our every move in each and every way,

   We are His hands and feet on this earth each day;

Just as He shows loving kindness to one such as I,

   Please know your good deeds do not pass Him by.

        “Love suffers long and is kind” (1 Corinthians 13).  

                                                   - Glenda Williams Williams

                               6-18-2020