When
you are old, I will still be there, carrying you.
When
your limbs grow tired,
your
eyes grow weak,
&
you hair is silvery gray,
I
will carry you as I always have,
I
will carry you & save you.
Isaiah
46:4 (The
Voice)
Sometimes,
all that's hold us together are the promises God has made us.
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