Life Renewed

Death is all around me.
It preys upon my soul.
  My days are clothed in garments of gray.  
My eyes are dim and old.
It drains the very life from me;
Leaves anguish in my heart.
There is no life without my God,
And I stumble in the dark.

For you alone are worthy, Lord,
Worthy to be praised.
In your presence there is wholeness
And delight for all my days.
But not for what you've done for me, 
Just because you're you.
There's fruit of every precious sort,
And Life, yes, Life renewed. 

Martha Garren
February 6, 2001