Children After All

When contemplating grace that’s given 
To those who’ve many decades lived 
Who growing older taste infirm 
Whose hair turns gray, whose vision blurs 
How interesting I am one of them 
Not captured up when younger

Remember when in days of youth 
We yearned to be but older still 
Dreaming of the days to come 
Pushing time with our will 
To no avail, but yet we tried
Our efforts then when younger

Adulthood, goal accomplishment 
Like walking gained, or diapers thrown 
Advancing to another stage 
A measure not just of one’s age 
But of growing wisdom 
Proof we’re more than younger 

Yet in adulthood still one sees
Behavior that belies the stage 
That makes one wonder if in fact 
The soul has grown as much as that 
The body has acquired age 
Years since we were younger

Tantrums like one’s toddlerhood 
Undisciplined acts that reveal 
Lack of wisdom living in 
Grown-up bodies, but again
Attitudes raise the question
Are we still much younger

Increasingly I understand 
More readily as years go by 
Why “child of God” defines the saved 
By incredible riches of God’s grace 
Children still we’ve stepped into 
God’s glorious hereafter