September 18th
My House Is Getting Older
You tell me I am Getting Old... I tell you That's Not So;
The "house" I live in is worn out... And that, of course, I know.
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It's been in use a long, long while... It's weathered many a gale;
I'm really not surprised you think... It's getting somewhat frail.
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The color's changing on the roof... The windows are a wee bit dim,
The walls are somewhat transparent... And looking rather thin.
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The foundation's not so steady... As once it used to be;
My "house" is getting shaky... But my "house"... isn't me!
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My few short years can't make me old... I feel I'm in my youth:
Eternity lies just ahead... A life of Joy and Truth,
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I'm going to live forever, There... Life will go on--it's grand!
You tell me I am getting old now? ... But You Just Don't Understand!
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The Dweller in my little "house"... Is Young and Bright and... HEY...
I'm Just Getting Ready For Heaven...
For Eternity... And A Day.
