These bones are wearing down.
They are growing more tired.
With less and less time. 

To be eighteen again would be, something.
Staying out to do as you wish.
Little notion of time.

Late nights and early mornings come for years.
Even they do not last long. 

My body is tired but my hope grows stronger day by day.
I love and serve and hope and pray.
Come what may I focus on Christ and him alone. 

I long to see the substance of what I hope for.
The evidence of what I cannot see.
My life, my all, to love and be.