When I grow up, one day I pray it’s not too soon
I hope to be all that I was meant.
For to have lived my life in vane
Would be just wasted time that I had spent.
When I grow up, I hope maybe to have learned
All that in life that I’d come to earn.
Knowing when my love to another send
And all about “Jesusâ€, myâ€Lordâ€, my friend.
When I grow up, I wish my hair to be gray
And have depth of wrinkles upon my face.
For they will show the story of my life
That with time, its pain would not erase.
When I grow up, I hope that I have made a dent
In the lives of others, a part of God’s Holy Sacrament.
When I grow up, and I take a good look back
Will I see what I’d accomplished for God?
Just where with God I was at.
When I grow up, and to God I then go
Will I remember whom it was I loved so?
Will it be not of use of where I am?
Will it no longer be a part of God’s plan?
When I grow up, it will be finished and complete
Leaving all the loose ends tied together
Leaving everything tidy and neat.
For I’ll not ever return, to do it over again
When I grow up, For My God was the life I did spend.
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
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