She’s old without much time left
Miles have left her tired
Enough strength for the journey
God only knows if another is in her
A little rust
A little wear and tear
A simple burst can stop everything
A forced rest while examining life
What does the future hold?
Why does the faithful mount die?
There never seems enough for replacement
There is always worry about tomorrow
Yet the heart is content today
There is hope for tomorrow
There is deep hope that everything will be new again
God is a God of redemption