I am Getting Old!

My mind is young,
my body is old . . .
God keeps refining me
from silver to gold.

My strength is weak,
my hips are fake
God is still trying in me
His image to make.

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

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

My bladder is failing,
my kidneys need a machine
God is still working in me
until we convene.

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

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."

This poem was a finalist in the June 2012 poetry contest