I am this person old and gray
Who’s reaching out to you today
I beg you please to take my hand
I’ll lead you through God’s promised land.
The trees are tall, the flowers sweet
God’s goodness shines on every street
The weather’s neither hot nor cold
It takes forever to grow old.
There are no wars or pestilence
And folks possess good commom sense
What can this be, you ask of me
My dear, it’s God’s heredity !
Claire V. Bogdanos 