I am forgotten as though I were dead; I have become like broken pottery (Psalm 31:12; NIV).
I’m broken and forgotten,
And the world is rolling on,
But I’ve been left behind,
Because I’m old, plain, sick and slow.
I’ve never won approval,
Or rewards, or love, or praise,
Or even recognition, though
I’ve tried so hard to grow.
My modest skills have faded,
And my life has been a mess;
I’m sad and disappointed, for
I’ve tried to do your will.
I longed for some approval,
And I ached for human praise,
Or simply recognition, but
I’ll trust and serve you still.
Though he slay me, yet will I trust in Him (Job 13:15; KJV).
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Very truly I tell you, when you were younger you dressed yourself and went where you wanted; but when you are old you will stretch out your hands, and someone else will dress you and lead you where you do not want to go (John 21:18; NIV).
You have taken from me friend and neighbor – darkness is my closest friend (Psalm 88:18; NIV).
Even though the fig trees have no blossoms, and there are no grapes on the vines; even though the olive crop fails, and the fields lie empty and barren; even though the flocks die in the fields, and the cattle barns are empty, yet I will rejoice in the LORD! I will be joyful in the God of my salvation! The Sovereign LORD is my strength! He makes me as surefooted as a deer, able to tread upon the heights (Habakkuk 3:17-19; NLT).