Standing
on your word is the only thing I can do
The
old lady with Alzheimer’s cried to her God that night.
“As
each day drifts into the next,
I
am losing my grip on me.
When
I speak the words fail me
When
I stand, my legs wobble beneath me,
I
struggle to read my bible each day
I
cannot remember the name of each day the year or the month
The
names of my loved ones I can never recollect in time.
As
each days approaches the future looms dark before me
I’m
afraid what will become of me as I drift into a world of nothingness.
I
can only stand on your word
I
know you will never leave me or forsake me
Isaiah 46 Complete Jewish Bible (CJB)
4 Till your old age I
will be the same —
I will carry you until your hair is white.
I have made you, and I will bear you;
yes, I will carry and save you.
I will carry you until your hair is white.
I have made you, and I will bear you;
yes, I will carry and save you.
Your
word is the anchor of my soul
My
pillar of hope, the staff I will hold on
As
darkness enfolds I know you will still be holding me
Taking
me home, home to eternity."
