When I was a young man I made a solemn promise to me
I would not allow myself to grow old, it simply couldn’t be
But then one day I awoke to find that I had somehow passed across
Much to my surprise I realized that it was in actuality no great loss
Things that troubled me in younger years
Those concerns, those troubles and those fears
Simply do not seem so important now
They simply do not bother me somehow
And one of my chief concerns in my younger years
My most alarming and troublesome of all my fears
Was growing old and tired and gray
But, somehow I don’t fear that today
I now feel comfortable to simply enjoy the day
And thank the lord for each of my many yesterdays
And when another tomorrow comes my way
I will once more thank God for that new day
“Thank you, Lord”
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