Guest post by Connie Faust
Lord, let my spiritual fervor grow
And never diminish with age.
Don’t let m close the book on Your work,
Though this old body turns a new page.
Give me the heart of a Caleb, Lord,
Whose hoary head follows you still;
Though my feeble hands shake
And my ailing knees quake,
Just help me to walk in Your will.
Oh, to be like Caleb, who at the age of 85, said,
“The Lord hath kept me alive— while the children
Of Israel wandered in the wilderness;
As yet I am as strong this day as in the day
That Moses sent me (at 40): as my strength was then, even so is my strength now.
Why was Caleb so blessed?
“Because he wholly followed the Lord God of Israel” (Joshua 14:11-14).
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Good poem; praying for a Caleb to make an impact for Christ beyond our time here on earth!